BEYOND BELIEF
Some kind of nature
Some kind of Pollock
Friedrich, Jackson
All that’s left is the Trail of Tears & Gnashing of Teeth
Lift the veil & pucker up
SIMPLY GRAND
It wasn’t supposed to be possible.
It was supposed to take discipline.
It was supposed to take hard work.
It was supposed to take panache.
But somewhere amidst all this I have in spades,
These jars of dirt you overlooked
Like some Indian Burial Ground
Like some White Man’s Burden
I saved enough of my dark materials to
BURY YOU
WHAT DO YOU MEAN “WE”
“WHITE” “MAN”
The lone ranger and Tonto were riding down the line
Fixing everybody's trouble
Everybody’s except mine
My sins my own
They belong to me
Like the body of some child I’m not ready to let go of yet
Not dark yet
Not cold yet
You can still see the glow
YOU ASKED ME
Sitting on the last bench on the left
At the end of the last train station
Before you get to the crematorium
You asked me whether I would remember
You asked me whether I would really go again
Whether I could stand it
How it really was
I could never answer you
Not with anything determinate
It could never be determinate enough for you
Exquisite enough
Heart-felt enough
Here at the end of a long line of benches
At the end of a long line of train stations
At the end of a long line of pikes
Adorned with a long line of pierced black hearts
That only ever beat for you
YOU WERE ASKING, “COORDINATION?”
But I was only ever thinking
Coronation
Heavy head, heavy head
Never did need no crown
Dying like some poet in the gutter
And me?
I forgot my sword
Mighty pen is make my word
Make my mark to join your crew
Sailing knotted seas of blue
Brandy tries to understand
Nothing ever goes as planned
Lance so holy, sea & sand
ASSEMBLE THE MUSICIANS
As long as you love me
We could be starving
We could be homeless
We could be broke
But how could you love me?
I wish I could make it easy
Every step you take
My labyrinth is changing
Demanding more
Giving you more and more to
AVENGE
Troubled waters flowing
Underneath the bridge
Past us trolls
Tainted kissers supreme
Almost took the easy way
Until I forgot my mantra
Until I forgot my favorite color
Until I forgot about your trap
And couldn’t help
Just once more
Falling down to pick your locks
The nits that comb your honey box
Pot that’s grown so large it’s wake
Must burn the witch that’s still at stake
IT’S THE THRILLER NIGHT
Problem plays our days performed
Last to laugh and first reformed
Horror of the social’s end
Total gore or grey pretend
Fright like swash you busy buckle
You neglect to wear a bustle
Heart so black it whites your knuckles
Wild horses’ hay we tussle
TRUE SAILING IS DEAD
Let’s talk this over
It’s not like we’re…
When words kome to 400 Blows
Cast off: it’s out to sea again
Wo die schwarze Seele wohnt
There’s no light to feed the gaunt
Extermination’s progress knocking
Burn down the chamber door
Take me to the bottom floor
Let my fingers do the talking
ON AN ISLAND
Sending out an SOS
You call that a society
Of the spectacle or otherwise
That’s what’s funny
***
Hold out for my greater game
Hold it in: it’s fun (for me)
Wilderness no hand could tame
Gold shit grin you spun for free
Waiting for my pumpkins night
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
THIS IS SLUT POP
Somewhere I read:
“Turn your bitch out”
Turn it inside out so I can see
So I can see
See above still ocean stars
Waiting til you make me sure
Dip a toe and make it wriggle
Tie my feet to rocks and giggle
Careful with that ax (and boat)
Might still wish for something bigger
Don’t call unless you call me ______
TEMPLE MOUNT
My dispensation
All paid out like Timon’s wages
Pumba makes us merry sages
Your apologies are no good here, Mister Torrance
Mary Todd is in the Red Room
The bath runs with Burgandy’s blood
Down the drain that bench is waiting
You asked me whether I’d remember
Double back to check my spot
Carve my name and paint a dot
All this koming come to naught
Like the gilded gifts I’d brought
Songs that sound in spreading stains
Hearts that pound like killer trains
Case of blue and point of pride
Garage glamour felt inside
It means, “Fuck You”
It means,
NO WORRIES
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