My life was a waste of skin
I spread like a cancer
When it came time for me to take you for a spin
You didn't have a chance
I could go into all the sordid details
Did you hear my other songs
They wasn't wrong
They got it right
Brother I saw no light
I took the 9 circles down
Seemed like the only way
Say what you want about Hell
You couldn't ring my bell
Let me spell it out for ya
When it came time for me to face Ol' Scratch
They took a batch of boiling oil
Spilled it down my back
The Devil's bevies made me hard
But kept me just at the edge
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Junior High 01/01/97
If I thought back far enough
I'd find an untouched part of me
And see me in your virgin arms
My virgin eyes my biggest charm
And if I went back fast enough
I'd pass my future cares away
You'd kiss me with your virgin lips
My virgin tongue your swaying hips
I'd press your skirt you'd stop my hand
I'd tell you how I understand
You'd kiss my neck you'd lose my breath
I'd press your skirt you'd stop my hand
I had a thing
I had a thing
I had a thing for her
And though I never kissed her lips
I taste her even now
I'd press your skirt you'd stop my hand
We'd go somewhere we hadn't planned
You'd kiss my ear you'd shock my brain
I'd press your skirt you'd stop my hand
I'd find an untouched part of me
And see me in your virgin arms
My virgin eyes my biggest charm
And if I went back fast enough
I'd pass my future cares away
You'd kiss me with your virgin lips
My virgin tongue your swaying hips
I'd press your skirt you'd stop my hand
I'd tell you how I understand
You'd kiss my neck you'd lose my breath
I'd press your skirt you'd stop my hand
I had a thing
I had a thing
I had a thing for her
And though I never kissed her lips
I taste her even now
I'd press your skirt you'd stop my hand
We'd go somewhere we hadn't planned
You'd kiss my ear you'd shock my brain
I'd press your skirt you'd stop my hand
Rite Of Passage (Spring '96)
I've never been one before
I always felt like I was putting on a show
I always thought I could do more
I always thought I was the one who didn't know
I've never held one for long
I always dropped 'em before I touched 'em
I always had to be hit on the head with a BONG!
I always loved 'em before I hated 'em
You have been a rite of passage
You have put me through the ringer
You have sent me off on a rampage
Why do I always have to be the singer?
Sitting in a smoke filled hole
Banging on a sacred drum
Crying on a hairy arm
Trying not to suck your thumb too long
I never sucked my thumb too long
I'm sucking now
I'm sucking now
Ripping up my security blanket
I just have to learn
I just have to learn
Just have to learn
I just have to learn
I'm not leaving any notes on the door
You already know where I am
I always felt like I was putting on a show
I always thought I could do more
I always thought I was the one who didn't know
I've never held one for long
I always dropped 'em before I touched 'em
I always had to be hit on the head with a BONG!
I always loved 'em before I hated 'em
You have been a rite of passage
You have put me through the ringer
You have sent me off on a rampage
Why do I always have to be the singer?
Sitting in a smoke filled hole
Banging on a sacred drum
Crying on a hairy arm
Trying not to suck your thumb too long
I never sucked my thumb too long
I'm sucking now
I'm sucking now
Ripping up my security blanket
I just have to learn
I just have to learn
Just have to learn
I just have to learn
I'm not leaving any notes on the door
You already know where I am
Sentimentally Retarded (Spring '96)
You're sentimentally retarded
But I shouldn't try to structure group home love
I should let the birds eat bread off my shoulder
I should always know what I'm thinking of
You're some sort of mystic autistic
I'm just a guy paid to take care of you
I can't pretend to understand
But won't you please let me tie your shoe?
You look so cute in your little white helmet
Designed to keep you from smacking your head on the wall
I know you don't want my help going down the stairs
But I just hate to see you fall
You've got an order disorder
I shouldn't try to turn a pond into a park
I should let your tree kiss me
I should make love to your bark
You're sentimentally retarded
But you can't make a math class from special ed
I should let you peck the eyes right out of my head
But I shouldn't try to structure group home love
I should let the birds eat bread off my shoulder
I should always know what I'm thinking of
You're some sort of mystic autistic
I'm just a guy paid to take care of you
I can't pretend to understand
But won't you please let me tie your shoe?
You look so cute in your little white helmet
Designed to keep you from smacking your head on the wall
I know you don't want my help going down the stairs
But I just hate to see you fall
You've got an order disorder
I shouldn't try to turn a pond into a park
I should let your tree kiss me
I should make love to your bark
You're sentimentally retarded
But you can't make a math class from special ed
I should let you peck the eyes right out of my head
One Go Round 03/29/96
I fell down a 10 year hole
Time to say it wasn't deep at all
Time to say I'm finally on my own
I tripped up a crooked decade step
Time to walk it didn't break my neck
Time to take the bones out of the bag
I sank like a buddha plopped in a pool
Time to surface, time to move
Time to feel my skin under the sun
We lose one go round
Every second that goes down
Time to say it wasn't deep at all
Time to say I'm finally on my own
I tripped up a crooked decade step
Time to walk it didn't break my neck
Time to take the bones out of the bag
I sank like a buddha plopped in a pool
Time to surface, time to move
Time to feel my skin under the sun
We lose one go round
Every second that goes down
I Don't Think About Things That Aren't - Tom DeVincke (Spring '97)
It grows easier not to sleep
with every second that I don't
the shapes of the world are cut
slowly by my dropping lids
I could take a pill, I suppose
but that's really not the point
we have to be just what we are
that's more important than the sleep
It grows easier not to eat
with every meal I simply pick
the shapes on the plate are slowly cut
cut by a sawing knife
I should eat some more, I suppose
but that's really not the point
we have to be just what we are
that's more important than the meat
It grows easier not to fuck
with every passing sexless night
the shapes under sheets are cut
slowly by our shadow's blade
I should want to fuck, I suppose
but that's not really the point
we have to be just what we are
that's more important than the love
with every second that I don't
the shapes of the world are cut
slowly by my dropping lids
I could take a pill, I suppose
but that's really not the point
we have to be just what we are
that's more important than the sleep
It grows easier not to eat
with every meal I simply pick
the shapes on the plate are slowly cut
cut by a sawing knife
I should eat some more, I suppose
but that's really not the point
we have to be just what we are
that's more important than the meat
It grows easier not to fuck
with every passing sexless night
the shapes under sheets are cut
slowly by our shadow's blade
I should want to fuck, I suppose
but that's not really the point
we have to be just what we are
that's more important than the love
I Don't Like It When People Say That Something Is Unnatural 05/97
I don't like it when people say that
something is unnatural
I guess that's because I don't understand
What they mean when they say it
I feel like saying to them, "If you
ever really witnessed something unnatural
your life would never be the same."
Then I think that they would misunderstand
me and say, "well my life wasn't the
same after I heard about that guy out
om Wherever who had 14 people
buried out in his back yard under an
old school bus."
And I feel sorry then, for the murderer, his
victims, and those who would
refuse to understand how natural such
encounters are
something is unnatural
I guess that's because I don't understand
What they mean when they say it
I feel like saying to them, "If you
ever really witnessed something unnatural
your life would never be the same."
Then I think that they would misunderstand
me and say, "well my life wasn't the
same after I heard about that guy out
om Wherever who had 14 people
buried out in his back yard under an
old school bus."
And I feel sorry then, for the murderer, his
victims, and those who would
refuse to understand how natural such
encounters are
On The Dismantling Of An Engine (Spring '97)
"You don't know what you're doing," I
say, as my friend with the wrench
attacks what lies under the hood of
his car.
"You'll never get that back together
again," I say, when an oily fraction
emerges.
He says it's just a puzzle, if it goes
together once, you can always get it back
together again.
I wish machines were like rocks, and
that nothing had to be fixed.
I want to know how things work.
No one ever bothered to teach me. I
fear that's because they knew
I'd never learn.
say, as my friend with the wrench
attacks what lies under the hood of
his car.
"You'll never get that back together
again," I say, when an oily fraction
emerges.
He says it's just a puzzle, if it goes
together once, you can always get it back
together again.
I wish machines were like rocks, and
that nothing had to be fixed.
I want to know how things work.
No one ever bothered to teach me. I
fear that's because they knew
I'd never learn.
Behind A Small Glass Container (Spring '95)
Behind a small glass container
which sits inside of a certain cabinet
that, when left open, blocks the bathroom door
from the flowing in and away from
a bedroom that is often, to the
consternation of its inhabitants, messy
to the point of distraction; this overflow
can make passage to the kitchen
laborious even in the best of light and
downright treacherous after the sun has
set and if all the lights are happen to be off...
it's all gotten away from us somehow
which sits inside of a certain cabinet
that, when left open, blocks the bathroom door
from the flowing in and away from
a bedroom that is often, to the
consternation of its inhabitants, messy
to the point of distraction; this overflow
can make passage to the kitchen
laborious even in the best of light and
downright treacherous after the sun has
set and if all the lights are happen to be off...
it's all gotten away from us somehow
The Car Is In The Driveway (Spring '97)
The car is in the driveway
Waiting for the key
I'm holed up in my bedroom
Reading my book
It sees the road knows where
It wants to go
I turn pages but no corners
Still I don't know
Waiting for the key
I'm holed up in my bedroom
Reading my book
It sees the road knows where
It wants to go
I turn pages but no corners
Still I don't know
Mint Condition 04/?/97
As old as I am
Without a scratch
Never been driven through snow
More pure than I am
Unbroken latch
Never felt tragedy's blow
As virgin as child
But bound for perdition
AS likely as any
To kill for ambition
This heart is in mint condition
As young as today
Untouched by air
Never revealed to the sun
As old as the past
Undisturbed, fair
Beating and beating, it runs
As whorish as time
Preserving tradition
As deadly as A-bombs
That kiss with their fission
This heart is in mint condition
Without a scratch
Never been driven through snow
More pure than I am
Unbroken latch
Never felt tragedy's blow
As virgin as child
But bound for perdition
AS likely as any
To kill for ambition
This heart is in mint condition
As young as today
Untouched by air
Never revealed to the sun
As old as the past
Undisturbed, fair
Beating and beating, it runs
As whorish as time
Preserving tradition
As deadly as A-bombs
That kiss with their fission
This heart is in mint condition
I Got Bad In Me 03/23/97
I got bad in me
It won't come out
I can't say it
It's how I was taught
Sad is screaming
But I can't shout
I got bad in me
Just for me
It's not about me
It's mine alone
Mad and dreaming
Evil and free
I got bad in me
It won't be controlled
I don't touch it
It's why I'm so shy
Glad is fleeing
Time's cheap I'm sold
It won't come out
I can't say it
It's how I was taught
Sad is screaming
But I can't shout
I got bad in me
Just for me
It's not about me
It's mine alone
Mad and dreaming
Evil and free
I got bad in me
It won't be controlled
I don't touch it
It's why I'm so shy
Glad is fleeing
Time's cheap I'm sold
Wheelbarrow 08/26/86
If this keeps up I really might
Be forced to leave this place
'Coz when it comes down to my own pride
I'm always saving face
So I'll get my clothes and belongings
Into one tiny little suitcase
But all the things that I might bring
Won't help me win your race
I've got my shirts I've got my pants
Guess I'm really gonna leave
I can't understand it myself
I really cannot see
So I'll get my clothes and belongings
Into one tiny little suitcase
But all the things that I might bring
Won't help me win your race
You could fit it all in a wheelbarrow
And have room enough for two
If I could just find someone to push
I'd bring my suitcase me and you
Be forced to leave this place
'Coz when it comes down to my own pride
I'm always saving face
So I'll get my clothes and belongings
Into one tiny little suitcase
But all the things that I might bring
Won't help me win your race
I've got my shirts I've got my pants
Guess I'm really gonna leave
I can't understand it myself
I really cannot see
So I'll get my clothes and belongings
Into one tiny little suitcase
But all the things that I might bring
Won't help me win your race
You could fit it all in a wheelbarrow
And have room enough for two
If I could just find someone to push
I'd bring my suitcase me and you
Backseat Driver 08/02/86
Turn left here - oh my god
Forget it no - turn right
That u-turn you idiot
Was really quite a sight
Watch for that car jesus christ
It's on the other side
This is the last time I'll take you for a ride
'Coz you're a backseat driver
Telling me what to do
You're a backseat driver
Don't try to make me be like you
The light is red it's obvious
That you're unable to see
What kinda driver
Are you s'posed to be
You yell right in my ear
Then you scream and shout
If you don't like the way I drive
Open the door and get out
'Coz you're a backseat driver
Telling me what to do
You're a backseat driver
Don't try to make me be like you
Well I am sick and tired
Of listening to you talk
If you don't like the way I drive
Just get out and walk
You say forget it
I really don't wanna go
Well that makes me smile
And turn up the radio
Forget it no - turn right
That u-turn you idiot
Was really quite a sight
Watch for that car jesus christ
It's on the other side
This is the last time I'll take you for a ride
'Coz you're a backseat driver
Telling me what to do
You're a backseat driver
Don't try to make me be like you
The light is red it's obvious
That you're unable to see
What kinda driver
Are you s'posed to be
You yell right in my ear
Then you scream and shout
If you don't like the way I drive
Open the door and get out
'Coz you're a backseat driver
Telling me what to do
You're a backseat driver
Don't try to make me be like you
Well I am sick and tired
Of listening to you talk
If you don't like the way I drive
Just get out and walk
You say forget it
I really don't wanna go
Well that makes me smile
And turn up the radio
Catharsis 07/28/86
A funny thing happened on the way to the beach
I realized that you were far out of reach
And as I was lying in the hot hot sand
I thought about the problems that were at hand
The waves were too big and the sun was cold
All the young people lying there were getting old
In 20 years I won't come to this place
For fear that I might see your face
So why do I bother living now?
When I know I'll die someday anyhow
I hide my eyes behind my shades
I hide my intelligence behind my grades
And people don't see the anguish here
They don't feel the sadness that they're standing near
I can't stop thinking about my death and the end
Will there be flowers left to send?
Countries war for reasons they forget
People hate each other they haven't met
Deciding my fate on a split decision
These are men who rely on religion
You'll be running round trying to say good bye to your friends
But there won't be time for you to make amends
Soon you realize it ain't a dream
Things really are as bad as they seem
And you still don't get calls from your friends
The rules in friendship sometimes bend
So you lie in the dirt
Or is it sand?
Soak in the rays
A cancerous tan
And you cry a few tears
And you waste a few years
I realized that you were far out of reach
And as I was lying in the hot hot sand
I thought about the problems that were at hand
The waves were too big and the sun was cold
All the young people lying there were getting old
In 20 years I won't come to this place
For fear that I might see your face
So why do I bother living now?
When I know I'll die someday anyhow
I hide my eyes behind my shades
I hide my intelligence behind my grades
And people don't see the anguish here
They don't feel the sadness that they're standing near
I can't stop thinking about my death and the end
Will there be flowers left to send?
Countries war for reasons they forget
People hate each other they haven't met
Deciding my fate on a split decision
These are men who rely on religion
You'll be running round trying to say good bye to your friends
But there won't be time for you to make amends
Soon you realize it ain't a dream
Things really are as bad as they seem
And you still don't get calls from your friends
The rules in friendship sometimes bend
So you lie in the dirt
Or is it sand?
Soak in the rays
A cancerous tan
And you cry a few tears
And you waste a few years
Biltmore - 16th Floor 07/21/86
It was at the Biltmore
It was on the 16th floor
When I kissed my baby
When I kissed my baby good bye
On a stair landing in that hotel
I really had to go through hell
Knowing this - this was the time
The time for me to wave good bye
She drove off in her car
I drove off in mine
I felt as if I was on the firing line
I cried in the car on all the way home
Then I got in bed and I cried some more
I cried through the dreams I had about her
I cried through the dreams about the Biltmore
I wanna go back to the 16th floor
I wanna kiss that girl some more
It was at the Biltmore
The Biltmore on the 16th floor
It was on the 16th floor
When I kissed my baby
When I kissed my baby good bye
On a stair landing in that hotel
I really had to go through hell
Knowing this - this was the time
The time for me to wave good bye
She drove off in her car
I drove off in mine
I felt as if I was on the firing line
I cried in the car on all the way home
Then I got in bed and I cried some more
I cried through the dreams I had about her
I cried through the dreams about the Biltmore
I wanna go back to the 16th floor
I wanna kiss that girl some more
It was at the Biltmore
The Biltmore on the 16th floor
What Is The Problem? 05/07/86
Gotta have a car
Gotta show off at school
Don't wear the wrong clothes
You'll look like a fool
Don't be yourself
It wouldn't be right
Keep yourself out of mind
It'll stay out of sight
What's the problem with all of you
Why do you care
What the fuck I do?
Gotta get good grades
I can't do bad
I don't care I wish I did
That's what makes me mad
I'm not a jock
But I don't care
Why do you give a fuck
How I cut my hair?
What's the problem with all of you
Why do you care
What the fuck I do?
I look at the cheerleaders
And I don't wanna hear it
I'm not really into
All that school spirit
Gimme an S
Gimme a T
Gimme a U
Gimme a P
Gimme an I
Gimme a D
What does it spell?
I don't know I CAN'T READ
We're at the pep rally
You scream and yell
Take your pom poms and
Go to hell
"This is a fine institution of
Secondary education and you
Should do your best to uphold
Our reputation."
HA HA HA HA HA HA
"You should all feel proud and
Privileged to attend such an
immaculate example of a post-
jr. high school."
HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE
Show the team that you care
Follow them - ANYWHERE
Scream for them get them psyched
So they can win - gosh - the BIG GAME
Gotta show off at school
Don't wear the wrong clothes
You'll look like a fool
Don't be yourself
It wouldn't be right
Keep yourself out of mind
It'll stay out of sight
What's the problem with all of you
Why do you care
What the fuck I do?
Gotta get good grades
I can't do bad
I don't care I wish I did
That's what makes me mad
I'm not a jock
But I don't care
Why do you give a fuck
How I cut my hair?
What's the problem with all of you
Why do you care
What the fuck I do?
I look at the cheerleaders
And I don't wanna hear it
I'm not really into
All that school spirit
Gimme an S
Gimme a T
Gimme a U
Gimme a P
Gimme an I
Gimme a D
What does it spell?
I don't know I CAN'T READ
We're at the pep rally
You scream and yell
Take your pom poms and
Go to hell
"This is a fine institution of
Secondary education and you
Should do your best to uphold
Our reputation."
HA HA HA HA HA HA
"You should all feel proud and
Privileged to attend such an
immaculate example of a post-
jr. high school."
HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE
Show the team that you care
Follow them - ANYWHERE
Scream for them get them psyched
So they can win - gosh - the BIG GAME
My Goodbyes 07/12/86
I ran down the block
To see what was going on
A baby under a sheet
Was lying on the lawn
Police cars milled about
Patrolling the whole scene
We were dirty the cars were clean
I guess the gun was loaded
Little boy didn't know
Scars from his death
Will never let me go
The farther down that street I go
People are dead that I know
I guess I should say
People that I knew
I hope one of them is never you
Friends are dropping down like flies
I never get to say my goodbyes
To see what was going on
A baby under a sheet
Was lying on the lawn
Police cars milled about
Patrolling the whole scene
We were dirty the cars were clean
I guess the gun was loaded
Little boy didn't know
Scars from his death
Will never let me go
The farther down that street I go
People are dead that I know
I guess I should say
People that I knew
I hope one of them is never you
Friends are dropping down like flies
I never get to say my goodbyes
In Tatters 06/17/86
Out of the house comes a tattered little boy
His face is so fresh he looks like a toy
He looks both ways when he crosses the street
He wants a friend but there's no one to meet
He goes to the park to find a crowd
The cars go by they seem so loud
No one's at the park so where to go?
He shakes his head he doesn't know
Home's no good holes in the floors
His father is waiting behind those doors
So he stays outside in the dark
He's out there but he's not in the park
He's in an alley cold and wet
Not one friend has he met
20 years later and he's still there
In the alley a man who doesn't care
Perhaps if one person had he known
He wouldn't be slumped in the corner all alone
His life is in tatters
To him nothing else matters
He won't see the good things
That outweigh the bad
His face is so fresh he looks like a toy
He looks both ways when he crosses the street
He wants a friend but there's no one to meet
He goes to the park to find a crowd
The cars go by they seem so loud
No one's at the park so where to go?
He shakes his head he doesn't know
Home's no good holes in the floors
His father is waiting behind those doors
So he stays outside in the dark
He's out there but he's not in the park
He's in an alley cold and wet
Not one friend has he met
20 years later and he's still there
In the alley a man who doesn't care
Perhaps if one person had he known
He wouldn't be slumped in the corner all alone
His life is in tatters
To him nothing else matters
He won't see the good things
That outweigh the bad
Questions 06/10/86
I'm gonna ask you a question
Do you want to die alone?
No one with you or even near
In a damn forbidden zone
You won't talk to me
You tell me to go
I ask you if you want to die
You tell me you don't know
You've built up a huge mansion
Keeping me from you
I've tried every window every door
To try and break through
Around your life you have made
One big huge great seal
Blocking out everything
That is true and real
I'm gonna ask you a question
Do you want to live alone?
You tell me that you don't
But that's not what you've shown
Finally you admitted to me
Your secret wish to die
Then slowly turned your head away
And you began to cry
Well I'm telling you my friend
This really makes me mad
You look at the world
You feel like you've been had
But my friend I'm also telling you
That's a load of shit
This world's as much a part of us
As we're a part of it
Do you want to die alone?
No one with you or even near
In a damn forbidden zone
You won't talk to me
You tell me to go
I ask you if you want to die
You tell me you don't know
You've built up a huge mansion
Keeping me from you
I've tried every window every door
To try and break through
Around your life you have made
One big huge great seal
Blocking out everything
That is true and real
I'm gonna ask you a question
Do you want to live alone?
You tell me that you don't
But that's not what you've shown
Finally you admitted to me
Your secret wish to die
Then slowly turned your head away
And you began to cry
Well I'm telling you my friend
This really makes me mad
You look at the world
You feel like you've been had
But my friend I'm also telling you
That's a load of shit
This world's as much a part of us
As we're a part of it
Bit By Bit 05/08/86
We don't sing about ephemeral things
Our songs don't concern encrusted rings
What the fuck does Greece have to do with me?
No one else seems to agree
They write songs about ancient times
Incorporate Rome into rhymes
It has nothing to do with today
I tune out then I fly away
I'm so damn smart but I don't do shit
My mind's being wasted bit by bit
I have a big ego but I'm asking you
How else can I attempt
What's important to do?
Our songs don't concern encrusted rings
What the fuck does Greece have to do with me?
No one else seems to agree
They write songs about ancient times
Incorporate Rome into rhymes
It has nothing to do with today
I tune out then I fly away
I'm so damn smart but I don't do shit
My mind's being wasted bit by bit
I have a big ego but I'm asking you
How else can I attempt
What's important to do?
No Hurry 05/05/86
I guess this is love
It makes me wanna cry
But I can't even speak
My mouth is all dry
My arms won't move
My legs don't work
My mouth is saying things
Making me a jerk
I shuffle I stutter I stop and stammer
It's like someone hit me
With a girl hammer
If this is love
I don't know
It hurts so much
But the pain can't show
It feels so good
That it hurts real bad
It makes me very happy
Then I makes me real sad
I wanna jump and scream
I wanna shout
But I'm afraid
That if I let it out
It'll go away
And never come around
If I lose it
It may never be found
I hope that you
Well that you feel the same
If you don't
Well you don't have to say my name
I'll be all right
Don't you worry
It'll come again (I hope)
I'm in no hurry
It makes me wanna cry
But I can't even speak
My mouth is all dry
My arms won't move
My legs don't work
My mouth is saying things
Making me a jerk
I shuffle I stutter I stop and stammer
It's like someone hit me
With a girl hammer
If this is love
I don't know
It hurts so much
But the pain can't show
It feels so good
That it hurts real bad
It makes me very happy
Then I makes me real sad
I wanna jump and scream
I wanna shout
But I'm afraid
That if I let it out
It'll go away
And never come around
If I lose it
It may never be found
I hope that you
Well that you feel the same
If you don't
Well you don't have to say my name
I'll be all right
Don't you worry
It'll come again (I hope)
I'm in no hurry
The Mask 05/05/86
What is that on your face
You're using it to block out the human race
Let it down and have a cry
If you do you just might reach the sky
I see that you are bitter
But I also know that you aren't a quitter
So take off the mask and throw it away
Let the tears fall so that you can say
You are you that may never change
The real you is very close in range
You're blocking me out along with them
If you'd let 'em see they'd see a gem
But the mask is hiding that shiny stone
A face no one has the right to own
But your mask is better than mine
Mine will not allow me to shine
But you - you you've still got a chance
Get out in the world don't say you can't
I know you can you know you can
All you need is a foolproof plan
I have a feeling that you'll rise
You'll let the mask down and reach the skies
You're using it to block out the human race
Let it down and have a cry
If you do you just might reach the sky
I see that you are bitter
But I also know that you aren't a quitter
So take off the mask and throw it away
Let the tears fall so that you can say
You are you that may never change
The real you is very close in range
You're blocking me out along with them
If you'd let 'em see they'd see a gem
But the mask is hiding that shiny stone
A face no one has the right to own
But your mask is better than mine
Mine will not allow me to shine
But you - you you've still got a chance
Get out in the world don't say you can't
I know you can you know you can
All you need is a foolproof plan
I have a feeling that you'll rise
You'll let the mask down and reach the skies
Fame 06/11/84
He'd wanted this for the longest time
Just a bit of fame
Nothing less, nothing more
Just to be rid of shame
Upturned faces looked at him
Filled with awe and fear
Blue suited men pushed them back
When they got too near
Barkers yelled for people to come
Filled the arena to the rim
Somehow though they seemed to be
Yelling up to him
His stunt began the crowd yelled and screamed
They looked like little mice
His life flashed by him in his mind
Indeed it flashed by twice
And as he plummeted from the sky
There wasn't a single sound
The firemen got out the safety net
Just as he hit the ground
Just a bit of fame
Nothing less, nothing more
Just to be rid of shame
Upturned faces looked at him
Filled with awe and fear
Blue suited men pushed them back
When they got too near
Barkers yelled for people to come
Filled the arena to the rim
Somehow though they seemed to be
Yelling up to him
His stunt began the crowd yelled and screamed
They looked like little mice
His life flashed by him in his mind
Indeed it flashed by twice
And as he plummeted from the sky
There wasn't a single sound
The firemen got out the safety net
Just as he hit the ground
Nothing To Say 05/05/86
I think about you every second of the day
I try to go on but there's just no way
I jump and I shout until my throat hurts
I roll on the ground and I rip my shirts
You're too much to handle too much to hear
I'm on the floor I cower with fear
What can I do I'm out of control
My ears are shot I don't hear the bell toll
Don't let them get me keep them away
You look at me you shake your head you have nothing to say
I want you to show your emotion to me
Compared to mine how bad could it be
Don't hide yourself again or I won't survive
You are the only thing that's keeping me alive
You're too much to handle too much to take
You've got me in the oven I'm starting to bake
Before I thought that I was here
Now I realize I'm not and I'm filled with fear
Don't start to choke me I begin to cough
You spit in my face you start to scoff
Just forget it I won't see you
You did too much to me so go and screw
I said screw
I said screw
Yeah that's right
SCREW
I try to go on but there's just no way
I jump and I shout until my throat hurts
I roll on the ground and I rip my shirts
You're too much to handle too much to hear
I'm on the floor I cower with fear
What can I do I'm out of control
My ears are shot I don't hear the bell toll
Don't let them get me keep them away
You look at me you shake your head you have nothing to say
I want you to show your emotion to me
Compared to mine how bad could it be
Don't hide yourself again or I won't survive
You are the only thing that's keeping me alive
You're too much to handle too much to take
You've got me in the oven I'm starting to bake
Before I thought that I was here
Now I realize I'm not and I'm filled with fear
Don't start to choke me I begin to cough
You spit in my face you start to scoff
Just forget it I won't see you
You did too much to me so go and screw
I said screw
I said screw
Yeah that's right
SCREW
Who? 05/05/86
I plan to be around for a long time
I'm young I'm strong and I feel fine
I look at the world and I'm full of joy
When I look at you I know I'm a boy
You told me things that made me cry
You asked me things, made me wanna know why
It seems that I have found a new lease
I wish the rest of the world could feel this peace
You mean enough to me for me to write this song
I can't be without you for very long
I say that - I don't think it's true
But I like the way it sounds so I say it to you
I hope that you're not mad at that
I jsut thought that I'd state a fact
Inevitable I depend on myself
Or I get put up on the top shelf
My mother told me not to lie
But the truth would hurt so I don't even try
You seem to me to be very nice
To say that it seems would suffice
But no - there's more than that
If you weren't here the world would be flat
I'm young I'm strong and I feel fine
I look at the world and I'm full of joy
When I look at you I know I'm a boy
You told me things that made me cry
You asked me things, made me wanna know why
It seems that I have found a new lease
I wish the rest of the world could feel this peace
You mean enough to me for me to write this song
I can't be without you for very long
I say that - I don't think it's true
But I like the way it sounds so I say it to you
I hope that you're not mad at that
I jsut thought that I'd state a fact
Inevitable I depend on myself
Or I get put up on the top shelf
My mother told me not to lie
But the truth would hurt so I don't even try
You seem to me to be very nice
To say that it seems would suffice
But no - there's more than that
If you weren't here the world would be flat
Disinformation '87
Give us a big fat smile with your back foot out the door
Tell us not the truth but only what we're looking for
Disinformation...disinformation
Firmly grasp and shake the hand of a man who leads
Watch him shred his documents with the hand that feeds
Disinformation...disinformation
From strings of tape at Watergate to shredded papers now
I am not a crook say the Contras as they bow
Disinformation...disinformation
If they saw their young sons shot saw their bloodied bodies fall
Perhaps they would remember perhaps they would recall
Disinformation...disinformation
Stamp of approval send your money, men, and guns
Stamp the dirt on the grave of our sons
Tell us not the truth but only what we're looking for
Disinformation...disinformation
Firmly grasp and shake the hand of a man who leads
Watch him shred his documents with the hand that feeds
Disinformation...disinformation
From strings of tape at Watergate to shredded papers now
I am not a crook say the Contras as they bow
Disinformation...disinformation
If they saw their young sons shot saw their bloodied bodies fall
Perhaps they would remember perhaps they would recall
Disinformation...disinformation
Stamp of approval send your money, men, and guns
Stamp the dirt on the grave of our sons
On The Edge Of My Beginnings 08/10/87
On the edge of my beginnings
I wait for what I cannot see
Light appears without being shed
I think of future things misled
On the edge of my beginnings
Fields are stretching out ahead
I wait for things I cannot see
Light is pouring down on me
On the edge of my beginnings
I wait for my turn on the swing
On the edge of my beginnings
Striving for the golden brass ring
Phoebe waits for me there
Light switch switch blade blade of grass
Lamp shade shade is down over the glass
Pillow case basket case from my bed
Sheets covers you and my sleepy head
I've reached my beginnings
Think I've been here before
On the edge of the end
I'm no longer bored
I've reached my beginnings
Think I've been here before
Beginning is the end
When you're living on the edge
I wait for what I cannot see
Light appears without being shed
I think of future things misled
On the edge of my beginnings
Fields are stretching out ahead
I wait for things I cannot see
Light is pouring down on me
On the edge of my beginnings
I wait for my turn on the swing
On the edge of my beginnings
Striving for the golden brass ring
Phoebe waits for me there
Light switch switch blade blade of grass
Lamp shade shade is down over the glass
Pillow case basket case from my bed
Sheets covers you and my sleepy head
I've reached my beginnings
Think I've been here before
On the edge of the end
I'm no longer bored
I've reached my beginnings
Think I've been here before
Beginning is the end
When you're living on the edge
Pole # 355 08/13/87
Telephone pole # 355 has seen more than its share
Of people going everywhere and just nowhere at all
Little Jimmy Barber passed in his brand new Nova coupe
Pinned up by a b-ball hoop and battered by a ball
Telephone pole # 355 has heard your troubled speech
Busy signal puts her out of reach with each successive call
Little Jimmy Barber gave his worried wife a ring
Don't worry 'bout a thing - I still love ya doll
Telephone pole # 355 can feel the quicken in your pulse
Little Jimmy goes to Tulsa - fidelity takes a fall
Weary Barbara Barber calls her lawyer at his home
She feels so all alone - how could he have the gall?
Telephone pole # 355 hears the echoes of divorce
I'll take the kids by force - Jimmy Jr's getting tall
They have come to the conclusion that their marriage will not last
They turn iconoclast - I guess it's over doll
Telephone pole # 355 replaced by # 308
Jimmy's still in Tulsa - Barbara will not wait
Of people going everywhere and just nowhere at all
Little Jimmy Barber passed in his brand new Nova coupe
Pinned up by a b-ball hoop and battered by a ball
Telephone pole # 355 has heard your troubled speech
Busy signal puts her out of reach with each successive call
Little Jimmy Barber gave his worried wife a ring
Don't worry 'bout a thing - I still love ya doll
Telephone pole # 355 can feel the quicken in your pulse
Little Jimmy goes to Tulsa - fidelity takes a fall
Weary Barbara Barber calls her lawyer at his home
She feels so all alone - how could he have the gall?
Telephone pole # 355 hears the echoes of divorce
I'll take the kids by force - Jimmy Jr's getting tall
They have come to the conclusion that their marriage will not last
They turn iconoclast - I guess it's over doll
Telephone pole # 355 replaced by # 308
Jimmy's still in Tulsa - Barbara will not wait
Salvage What You Can 07/27/87
Dust settles on what is left
Of the rest of your time
Ignoring all the signs
Slip into the dark sublime
But I can see that you have not
Yet abandoned all
I can see you might be able
To heed my desperate call and
Salvage what you can
Twisted image of your worth
Led you to destruction's lair
A strangle hold on your ambition
Helps him to keep you there
But if you feel the yearning
Or hope of any kind
Hoard it and protect it
Keep all that you may find
Salvage what you can
Of the rest of your time
Ignoring all the signs
Slip into the dark sublime
But I can see that you have not
Yet abandoned all
I can see you might be able
To heed my desperate call and
Salvage what you can
Twisted image of your worth
Led you to destruction's lair
A strangle hold on your ambition
Helps him to keep you there
But if you feel the yearning
Or hope of any kind
Hoard it and protect it
Keep all that you may find
Salvage what you can
Fly Away '87
It used to be that i was the one who couldn't show
My eyes to your soul - didn't want you to know
But thin I let it loose - showed you in the full
You slammed your eyes shut - gave in to pressure's pull
A time is lost - a freedom found
Steamboat washed onto the ground
An era gone - nothing now remains
Holding back for fear that i would pull you in too far
Holding you in fear of a lonely persons scar
The ways of love and hate seem to run in parallel
I want to drag you down into the basement of my hell
A girl is gone - the music stays
Liars drift into the haze
A final conflict with a girl I know
Bruises on your feet but you don't seem to mind a bit
Tie-dyed t-shirts with a smile that doesn't seem to fit
Running down a tunnel with a train coming your way
I slammed my eyes shut and watched you fly away
My eyes to your soul - didn't want you to know
But thin I let it loose - showed you in the full
You slammed your eyes shut - gave in to pressure's pull
A time is lost - a freedom found
Steamboat washed onto the ground
An era gone - nothing now remains
Holding back for fear that i would pull you in too far
Holding you in fear of a lonely persons scar
The ways of love and hate seem to run in parallel
I want to drag you down into the basement of my hell
A girl is gone - the music stays
Liars drift into the haze
A final conflict with a girl I know
Bruises on your feet but you don't seem to mind a bit
Tie-dyed t-shirts with a smile that doesn't seem to fit
Running down a tunnel with a train coming your way
I slammed my eyes shut and watched you fly away
Just Another Life '87
Just another morning in my life
Get up too late to shower
Comb my hair with my hand
Shave without hot water
And try to understand
I don't understand
Just another day in my life
Forget money for food
Go hungry for awhile
Bum some money off my friends
And just try to smile
But I can't smile
Just another night in my life
I loiter watching people
Who seem happier than I
I loiter with my liquor
And I try not to cry
I always cry
Just another morning
Just another day
Just another night
Find me another way
Just another day just another night
Just another morning
And I still can't get it right
Get up too late to shower
Comb my hair with my hand
Shave without hot water
And try to understand
I don't understand
Just another day in my life
Forget money for food
Go hungry for awhile
Bum some money off my friends
And just try to smile
But I can't smile
Just another night in my life
I loiter watching people
Who seem happier than I
I loiter with my liquor
And I try not to cry
I always cry
Just another morning
Just another day
Just another night
Find me another way
Just another day just another night
Just another morning
And I still can't get it right
Picnic Table Blues 06/19/87
All alone slumping
On a big red slab of pine
Broken bottle glass
Bottle wasn't mine
Ants and termites scurry
To ruin what we've built
Leaping onto wood or flesh
Eating to the hilt
Paper plates take flight
Squirming bodies follow swift
Fly lands on the paper plate
And potato salad lifts
Wood from trees of forests
Where once I used to roam
Now the site of just one more
American dreamland home
From trees to yellow siding
A path we quickly take
Microwave microchip
And frozen steak to bake
All alone dying
In a box of reddish pine
Picnic table blues
On my flesh the termites dine
On a big red slab of pine
Broken bottle glass
Bottle wasn't mine
Ants and termites scurry
To ruin what we've built
Leaping onto wood or flesh
Eating to the hilt
Paper plates take flight
Squirming bodies follow swift
Fly lands on the paper plate
And potato salad lifts
Wood from trees of forests
Where once I used to roam
Now the site of just one more
American dreamland home
From trees to yellow siding
A path we quickly take
Microwave microchip
And frozen steak to bake
All alone dying
In a box of reddish pine
Picnic table blues
On my flesh the termites dine
Asa Pond 05/06/87
Little too much to drink
To Asa Pond you'll follow
Falling into the swamp
Was hard to swallow
Bottle of McVino and some peppermint schnappes
Tom drove by we thought he was the cops
J-Man started to drink and he started to talk
Tried to take a pee and plopped right off the dock
Fished him out then we laughed real long
We were hanging out at Asa Pond
Dragged him upstairs threw him into bed
Pillow was red from the cut on his head
The cut was deep the cut was long
We were hanging out at Asa Pond
Asa Pond is now the place to be
Pissed my name onto that there tree
To Asa Pond you'll follow
Falling into the swamp
Was hard to swallow
Bottle of McVino and some peppermint schnappes
Tom drove by we thought he was the cops
J-Man started to drink and he started to talk
Tried to take a pee and plopped right off the dock
Fished him out then we laughed real long
We were hanging out at Asa Pond
Dragged him upstairs threw him into bed
Pillow was red from the cut on his head
The cut was deep the cut was long
We were hanging out at Asa Pond
Asa Pond is now the place to be
Pissed my name onto that there tree
Dusty Pages And Frosty Brews 05/06/87
Book lies open on the shelf
Beer is opened up as well
The items that keep me preoccupied
Playboy stares me in the face
And you are my saving grace
But I know that I must find another girl
Shit let the girls come after me
I don't even want to see
How it would be with another girl
SAT scores up my ass
But I will fail or I will pass
Get 400 just by writing my name
I'm not gonna fucking guess
In this case more is less
This is my method to success
Everything is so big I can't change nothing
So I'll change it all
But beer stays - book bounces off the wall
Few years alotted time
Sign on the dotted line
But I can't seem to find a pen
To kill a mockingbird
To drink a frosty brew
Items that leave me on the floor
Beer is opened up as well
The items that keep me preoccupied
Playboy stares me in the face
And you are my saving grace
But I know that I must find another girl
Shit let the girls come after me
I don't even want to see
How it would be with another girl
SAT scores up my ass
But I will fail or I will pass
Get 400 just by writing my name
I'm not gonna fucking guess
In this case more is less
This is my method to success
Everything is so big I can't change nothing
So I'll change it all
But beer stays - book bounces off the wall
Few years alotted time
Sign on the dotted line
But I can't seem to find a pen
To kill a mockingbird
To drink a frosty brew
Items that leave me on the floor
Redesign The Future 04/28/87
Reminisce before it happens
Figment memories
Flashbacks to the future
All that we ever see
Looking for a bone to pick
No skeleton is on hand
Make up the bone in your own mind
And I will understand
Fabricated falsehoods
To end this grand charade
Garbage pickers enter
Pick up after parades
Look into the future
To redesign our past
You wouldn't have done one damn thing
That would have made us last
Foreshadowing the mem'ry
Deep inside my heart
Doesn't lessen the pain
Now that we two are apart
Yes I saw it coming
And I said I wouldn't cry
But it came so fast
And then you passed me by
Figment memories
Flashbacks to the future
All that we ever see
Looking for a bone to pick
No skeleton is on hand
Make up the bone in your own mind
And I will understand
Fabricated falsehoods
To end this grand charade
Garbage pickers enter
Pick up after parades
Look into the future
To redesign our past
You wouldn't have done one damn thing
That would have made us last
Foreshadowing the mem'ry
Deep inside my heart
Doesn't lessen the pain
Now that we two are apart
Yes I saw it coming
And I said I wouldn't cry
But it came so fast
And then you passed me by
Stupid Ways Of Mine 04/28/87
Getting upset - stupid
Dwelling on it - stupid
Being angry - stupid
Still love you - stupid
Stupid ways of mine
Ways that hold me down
That keep me unaware
Tyr to be the clown
Make you think that I don't care
Well these ways are stupid
But these ways are mine
Dwelling but do nothing
Pretending I am fine
Well I'm not fine and I'm hurting
There's nothing I can do
I could run until I drop
I will not escape you
Still talk to you - stupid
Still miss you - stupid
Still try to call you - stupid
Well you are stupid too
if my ways are stupid
Then yours aer stupid too
Giving up on someone before
They give up on you is stupid
Dwelling on it - stupid
Being angry - stupid
Still love you - stupid
Stupid ways of mine
Ways that hold me down
That keep me unaware
Tyr to be the clown
Make you think that I don't care
Well these ways are stupid
But these ways are mine
Dwelling but do nothing
Pretending I am fine
Well I'm not fine and I'm hurting
There's nothing I can do
I could run until I drop
I will not escape you
Still talk to you - stupid
Still miss you - stupid
Still try to call you - stupid
Well you are stupid too
if my ways are stupid
Then yours aer stupid too
Giving up on someone before
They give up on you is stupid
No Sleep Again 04/19/87
No sleep again no sleep again
Party ran a little late no sleep again
I work in an hour and a half
Won't even bother to sleep
Too tired to even laugh
I looked but I still leaped
Drink something (anything) with caffeine
To keep myself awake
Daydreams are not what they seem
Half asleep and half awake
SAME THING
Listen to music to stay alert
And yet sleep overwhelms
1 hour of sleep again 1 hour til work
Dreams hit me far too hard
So I stay awake
No sleep again
Party ran a little late no sleep again
I work in an hour and a half
Won't even bother to sleep
Too tired to even laugh
I looked but I still leaped
Drink something (anything) with caffeine
To keep myself awake
Daydreams are not what they seem
Half asleep and half awake
SAME THING
Listen to music to stay alert
And yet sleep overwhelms
1 hour of sleep again 1 hour til work
Dreams hit me far too hard
So I stay awake
No sleep again
On The Rack 04/10/87
I'll slip you some money under the table
Now hide it from everyone
Do with it what you're able
Just go and have some fun
Don't be afraid to take it
There are no strings attached
I'll just need a favor later on
When your number is matched
I can't promise more money
But you can promise me this
Death just isn't funny so
Honey give me a kiss
You cannot refuse me
I've made sure of that
I have so much power over you
And power is where it's at
Give me your soul over the table
I'll give you nothing back
I'll do away with it if I'm able
Put you up on the rack
Now hide it from everyone
Do with it what you're able
Just go and have some fun
Don't be afraid to take it
There are no strings attached
I'll just need a favor later on
When your number is matched
I can't promise more money
But you can promise me this
Death just isn't funny so
Honey give me a kiss
You cannot refuse me
I've made sure of that
I have so much power over you
And power is where it's at
Give me your soul over the table
I'll give you nothing back
I'll do away with it if I'm able
Put you up on the rack
Forced To The Fringe 04/08/87
I was inside the circle
But now I've been removed
I was judged and sentenced
Nothing has been proved
I've been
Forced to the fringe
Beaten up and burned and singed
I've been
Forced to the fringe
Nothing to do but go on a binge
I was feeling great
Safe inside the square
But you have judged me guilty
Not safe anywhere
I've been
Forced to the fringe
Beaten up and burned and singed
I've been
Forced to the fringe
Nothing to do but go on a binge
I'm forced to the edge of sanity
And now there's nothin' you can say to me
Force me to the limit then let me go
No one else will ever know
I've been
Forced to the fringe
Beaten up and burned and singed
I've been
Forced to the fringe
Nothing to do but go on a binge
But now I've been removed
I was judged and sentenced
Nothing has been proved
I've been
Forced to the fringe
Beaten up and burned and singed
I've been
Forced to the fringe
Nothing to do but go on a binge
I was feeling great
Safe inside the square
But you have judged me guilty
Not safe anywhere
I've been
Forced to the fringe
Beaten up and burned and singed
I've been
Forced to the fringe
Nothing to do but go on a binge
I'm forced to the edge of sanity
And now there's nothin' you can say to me
Force me to the limit then let me go
No one else will ever know
I've been
Forced to the fringe
Beaten up and burned and singed
I've been
Forced to the fringe
Nothing to do but go on a binge
I Can Say 04/06/87
Well I can say what I want
But only you can give it to me
Only I can saw where I want to be
But you can take me there
Won't you take me where I really want to go?
Won't you take me where I really want to go?
I could play a thousand games
But only you can win
Won't you take me to your world
Won't you let me in?
Won't you take me where I really want to go?
Won't you take me where I really want to go?
Now that you have brought me
You don't want me to stay
You've got such a hold on me
Don't listen to what I can say
Won't you take me where I really want to go?
Won't you take me where I really want to go?
But only you can give it to me
Only I can saw where I want to be
But you can take me there
Won't you take me where I really want to go?
Won't you take me where I really want to go?
I could play a thousand games
But only you can win
Won't you take me to your world
Won't you let me in?
Won't you take me where I really want to go?
Won't you take me where I really want to go?
Now that you have brought me
You don't want me to stay
You've got such a hold on me
Don't listen to what I can say
Won't you take me where I really want to go?
Won't you take me where I really want to go?
I Will Carry On 03/30/87
When things are going terrible
And life is now a task
You know what I will do
You do not have to ask
I have done it before
Yes I'll do it again
I will always do it
Not just now and then
I will carry on
I will carry on
I just have to remember who I am and
I will carry on
I could throw it up in your face
Say there is no hope for the human race
But this is something that I'll never do
I will carry on
I've had times of despair
Maybe worse than you've had
And yet I've continued climbing
Through the good and bad
Tragedy has made me
The person that I am
It hasn't made me bitter
I still give a damn
I will carry on
I will carry on
I just have to remember who I am and
I will carry on
And life is now a task
You know what I will do
You do not have to ask
I have done it before
Yes I'll do it again
I will always do it
Not just now and then
I will carry on
I will carry on
I just have to remember who I am and
I will carry on
I could throw it up in your face
Say there is no hope for the human race
But this is something that I'll never do
I will carry on
I've had times of despair
Maybe worse than you've had
And yet I've continued climbing
Through the good and bad
Tragedy has made me
The person that I am
It hasn't made me bitter
I still give a damn
I will carry on
I will carry on
I just have to remember who I am and
I will carry on
In Some Ways 03/19/87
Several times I've asked myself
What my purpose is
I might not really need one
But I'd like to know what it is
I haven't found a calling
To call my very own
All that I can find
Are people leaving me alone
In some ways I'm impatient and I cannot wait
In other ways all I can do is harbor hate
I know I have to find something to grasp
A person or a quest onto which I can tightly clasp
Instead I flounder searching
Not searching hard enough
If I can't give myself up to you
Who can I give in to?
I feel I'm waiting for something
That will not ever come
Others give it up early
To hold onto someone
But I'm not able to do this
Even though I love you so
And though I can't be with you
I can't ever let you go
In some ways I care more than others
But I can only give advice
I can't practice what I preach
No indecision would be nice
In some ways I have gone beyond
In some ways made ripples in the pond
In many ways I'm holding myself back
Because in many ways I burn the beaten track
Sometimes I know I will have success
sometimes I know that I will be the best
But then ego stops talking
And I listen to my brain
And I know my heart will always fill with pain
But isn't that just the way it goes for everyone?
Drink over your pain to have a little fun
In some ways I've left my former world behind
In some ways my efforts will be undermined
But I'll try until the day that I die
I say that I'll change things but I know that's a lie
In some ways
What my purpose is
I might not really need one
But I'd like to know what it is
I haven't found a calling
To call my very own
All that I can find
Are people leaving me alone
In some ways I'm impatient and I cannot wait
In other ways all I can do is harbor hate
I know I have to find something to grasp
A person or a quest onto which I can tightly clasp
Instead I flounder searching
Not searching hard enough
If I can't give myself up to you
Who can I give in to?
I feel I'm waiting for something
That will not ever come
Others give it up early
To hold onto someone
But I'm not able to do this
Even though I love you so
And though I can't be with you
I can't ever let you go
In some ways I care more than others
But I can only give advice
I can't practice what I preach
No indecision would be nice
In some ways I have gone beyond
In some ways made ripples in the pond
In many ways I'm holding myself back
Because in many ways I burn the beaten track
Sometimes I know I will have success
sometimes I know that I will be the best
But then ego stops talking
And I listen to my brain
And I know my heart will always fill with pain
But isn't that just the way it goes for everyone?
Drink over your pain to have a little fun
In some ways I've left my former world behind
In some ways my efforts will be undermined
But I'll try until the day that I die
I say that I'll change things but I know that's a lie
In some ways
I Hate It All 03/26/87
Even though I'm happy
And busy in this time
Even though I have friends
Who stick by my side
Despite all these things
I hate it all
I still hate it all
I have money to waste
And time to waste as well
I can waste my life
And I might go to hell
But I don't waste it
And I hate it all
I hate it all
I hate the way we live
And I hate the way we learn
I hate the way we love
I hate the phrases that we turn
I love everything
Even though I hate it all
And I will hate it always
And I will hate it all
And busy in this time
Even though I have friends
Who stick by my side
Despite all these things
I hate it all
I still hate it all
I have money to waste
And time to waste as well
I can waste my life
And I might go to hell
But I don't waste it
And I hate it all
I hate it all
I hate the way we live
And I hate the way we learn
I hate the way we love
I hate the phrases that we turn
I love everything
Even though I hate it all
And I will hate it always
And I will hate it all
Over My Shoulder 03/23/87
Everything that I want is ahead
But I keep looking back down the line
'Coz what drives me forward
Is what I see behind
My future is
Over my shoulder
Not getting younger
But not getting older
Events that should push forward
Are only holding back
I should be looking up
But I'm seeing down a reverse track
Over my shoulder
And under the truth
Racing towards age
And crawling towards youth
My future is
Over my shoulder
Not getting younger
But not getting older
Any future I have
Stems from retrospect
My future is my past
In looking ahead I must reflect
I was looking over my shoulder
When i ran into you
But since you weren't in my past
There was nothing I could do
But I keep looking back down the line
'Coz what drives me forward
Is what I see behind
My future is
Over my shoulder
Not getting younger
But not getting older
Events that should push forward
Are only holding back
I should be looking up
But I'm seeing down a reverse track
Over my shoulder
And under the truth
Racing towards age
And crawling towards youth
My future is
Over my shoulder
Not getting younger
But not getting older
Any future I have
Stems from retrospect
My future is my past
In looking ahead I must reflect
I was looking over my shoulder
When i ran into you
But since you weren't in my past
There was nothing I could do
Worth The Trouble 03/13/87
Both of us yawning from a lack of sleep
Both of us know that we're in too deep
I never thought it would end this way
With a lack of feeling and nothing to say
I thought it would end by our own design
But we seem to have run out of time
All this time waiting for warm air
It's still cold and we aren't anywhere
It's not that we don't love each other
It doesn't seem to be the trouble
Maybe that is what scares me more
Love has now become a chore
Love, it doesn't conquer all
It is conquered, it takes a fall
Both so tired, almost dead
I'd like to hit you, smash your head
But it isn't worth the trouble
Both of us know that we're in too deep
I never thought it would end this way
With a lack of feeling and nothing to say
I thought it would end by our own design
But we seem to have run out of time
All this time waiting for warm air
It's still cold and we aren't anywhere
It's not that we don't love each other
It doesn't seem to be the trouble
Maybe that is what scares me more
Love has now become a chore
Love, it doesn't conquer all
It is conquered, it takes a fall
Both so tired, almost dead
I'd like to hit you, smash your head
But it isn't worth the trouble
Compatible Ground 03/12/87
It's on the tip of both our tongues
This might just have to end
Is it worth it to carry on?
And break the ongoing trend
Somewhere there's a meeting ground
I'm not sure I want it found
There is compatibility
But can we turn it around
I'm torn between trying to help you
And trying to help myself
But now I'm sick of helping
Why don't you help yourself?
Common ground could be boring
It gets old very fast
Let difference create interest
Leave perfection in the past
This might just have to end
Is it worth it to carry on?
And break the ongoing trend
Somewhere there's a meeting ground
I'm not sure I want it found
There is compatibility
But can we turn it around
I'm torn between trying to help you
And trying to help myself
But now I'm sick of helping
Why don't you help yourself?
Common ground could be boring
It gets old very fast
Let difference create interest
Leave perfection in the past
Monday, March 30, 2009
Dexter Manley Makes A Miniseries 03/08/95
Dexter Manley makes a miniseries
of his rise and fall and rise
he's pious with his contracts and his
new team
he's got the country pulling, and he
speaks in high school gyms and
what should they learn?
that the media can save you?
if you want your movie to end
at 11:00 you better quite the drugs
at 10:35, relapse at :53 and be
born again in time for Doug White
and his plastic hair to mention you in
the arts part of the news.
Do trains cross countries now?
they just burrow under buildings
this global village looks out for
its town drunks, you'll be ok
the Redskins'll pay, you'll be on
detox TV, the more the tremors the
more the Nielsens, each fall back
down the hole's another point up on
the board
this slippery slope has yard lines and
goal posts, look ma no hands
Mom Dad I'm ok I had a few scrapes and stuff but they
washed them up
of his rise and fall and rise
he's pious with his contracts and his
new team
he's got the country pulling, and he
speaks in high school gyms and
what should they learn?
that the media can save you?
if you want your movie to end
at 11:00 you better quite the drugs
at 10:35, relapse at :53 and be
born again in time for Doug White
and his plastic hair to mention you in
the arts part of the news.
Do trains cross countries now?
they just burrow under buildings
this global village looks out for
its town drunks, you'll be ok
the Redskins'll pay, you'll be on
detox TV, the more the tremors the
more the Nielsens, each fall back
down the hole's another point up on
the board
this slippery slope has yard lines and
goal posts, look ma no hands
Mom Dad I'm ok I had a few scrapes and stuff but they
washed them up
Butter Up And Wriggle (Fall '94)
Butter up and wriggle
Panting heavy yelling
Big long wall
Riddled with holes too small
To climb through
Capital letters, loudest voice
All that climbing pleasure, but
When you reach the top
It's not the fear of falling
It's wanting to jump
This poem sucks
S'posed to be 'bout a female climax
S'posed to help
Panting heavy yelling
Big long wall
Riddled with holes too small
To climb through
Capital letters, loudest voice
All that climbing pleasure, but
When you reach the top
It's not the fear of falling
It's wanting to jump
This poem sucks
S'posed to be 'bout a female climax
S'posed to help
When Sorry Is Shallow 10/17/94
When sorry is shallow
And silence is callous
When there's way too much space
In your tiny two bedroom palace
When the horses are all hungry
But the grass is overgrown
And the wings are all broken
But the birds have all still flown
South south for the winter
Scream scream scream
When the birds have all flown
South for the winter
And silences hang like they
Were written by Pinter
When every obscure reference
Starts to hit home and hit clear
When you want someone to call
But the number from your phone
Disappears from your head
Scream scream scream
When goodbye is nothing
And hello goodbye
When your tears taste like piss
And your bladder is still dry
When your stomach doesn't like you
When your feet don't like walking
When all the right noises come out your mouth
And still you ain't talking
Oooh ooh aieeahh
Scream scream scream
The leaves fall but they are still green
I'll buy a ticket for that land sight unseen
Here's the definition that's not what it means
Here is an illusion that is just as it seems
So scream scream scream
And silence is callous
When there's way too much space
In your tiny two bedroom palace
When the horses are all hungry
But the grass is overgrown
And the wings are all broken
But the birds have all still flown
South south for the winter
Scream scream scream
When the birds have all flown
South for the winter
And silences hang like they
Were written by Pinter
When every obscure reference
Starts to hit home and hit clear
When you want someone to call
But the number from your phone
Disappears from your head
Scream scream scream
When goodbye is nothing
And hello goodbye
When your tears taste like piss
And your bladder is still dry
When your stomach doesn't like you
When your feet don't like walking
When all the right noises come out your mouth
And still you ain't talking
Oooh ooh aieeahh
Scream scream scream
The leaves fall but they are still green
I'll buy a ticket for that land sight unseen
Here's the definition that's not what it means
Here is an illusion that is just as it seems
So scream scream scream
The Goddess Of Love And Beauty Lives In Champaign II 10/14/94
the goddess of love and beauty lives in champaign
i tell her that i still love her
she tells me she still hates illinois
i don't dare ask her what she meant by that
i'm not afraid of what she'll say i just
don't want to annoy her
and if you say i throw all my pearls away
i say hey i don't wear jewelry
i just want to see them roll up against her clothes
i don't need them on a string
next to my clothes
she always could knock my hat off with her hips
she'd get me to pick it up and put it on her head
i didn't mind i was busy looking at her lips
and thinking that my hat looked better on her instead
just like god i don't touch but she's real
and just like god it's kinda hard to believe
it comme dieu elle me fait croyant
i wish that i could see what she's got up her sleeve
and you say my windmill's starting to tilt
i say come on out and feel the breeze
i'm tired of lashing myself to the bed
i'm tired of seeing the light
and turning my head
the goddess of love and beauty lives in champaign
i tell her the pool is sparkling sparky
she tells me she loves the rain
i tell her that i still love her
she tells me she still hates illinois
i don't dare ask her what she meant by that
i'm not afraid of what she'll say i just
don't want to annoy her
and if you say i throw all my pearls away
i say hey i don't wear jewelry
i just want to see them roll up against her clothes
i don't need them on a string
next to my clothes
she always could knock my hat off with her hips
she'd get me to pick it up and put it on her head
i didn't mind i was busy looking at her lips
and thinking that my hat looked better on her instead
just like god i don't touch but she's real
and just like god it's kinda hard to believe
it comme dieu elle me fait croyant
i wish that i could see what she's got up her sleeve
and you say my windmill's starting to tilt
i say come on out and feel the breeze
i'm tired of lashing myself to the bed
i'm tired of seeing the light
and turning my head
the goddess of love and beauty lives in champaign
i tell her the pool is sparkling sparky
she tells me she loves the rain
Twenty Seven Kisses 10/12/94
as the sun brings down my curtain
as it sets as it sets
all my silences are certain
all my noises echoes yet
and the scraping of the dirt's not for a road
and my clothes are always such a heavy load
but I'm ashamed to bear my skin
it draws a noose around the sun
does the moon does the moon
and every night I strangle
in my room in my room
and in my dreams I dream that I'm not dreaming
and in waking hours wait for dreamless dreams
and sometimes get my wish
it's all of us
who count up kisses
all of us who all recall
that each day is a death
through which some light
or dark might fall
I've got twenty seven kisses
or should I count them all?
as it sets as it sets
all my silences are certain
all my noises echoes yet
and the scraping of the dirt's not for a road
and my clothes are always such a heavy load
but I'm ashamed to bear my skin
it draws a noose around the sun
does the moon does the moon
and every night I strangle
in my room in my room
and in my dreams I dream that I'm not dreaming
and in waking hours wait for dreamless dreams
and sometimes get my wish
it's all of us
who count up kisses
all of us who all recall
that each day is a death
through which some light
or dark might fall
I've got twenty seven kisses
or should I count them all?
Come For No Good (Fall '94)
I never said that you could do it to me
I never said that it was all right
I know I was kissing you but listen to me
Sometimes I'm not so bright
I didn't know where it would lead
I didn't know that I didn't need it
Now I do
Now I'm stuck wishing that I never had it
I'm stuck in you without a choice
You were the one you you you were
Who stuck her finger right in my voice
And now she wonders why I gag
I tried to cover up with a brag
I'm ashamed
I pushed you off thirty seconds too late
If I could have killed you I would
And now all my desire is mixed up in that hate
And that can't come to no good
And I don't want to come for no good
From now on I won't come for no good
I never said that it was all right
I know I was kissing you but listen to me
Sometimes I'm not so bright
I didn't know where it would lead
I didn't know that I didn't need it
Now I do
Now I'm stuck wishing that I never had it
I'm stuck in you without a choice
You were the one you you you were
Who stuck her finger right in my voice
And now she wonders why I gag
I tried to cover up with a brag
I'm ashamed
I pushed you off thirty seconds too late
If I could have killed you I would
And now all my desire is mixed up in that hate
And that can't come to no good
And I don't want to come for no good
From now on I won't come for no good
Your Favorite Song 09/17/94
If I could sing anything, anything at all
I'd sing your favorite song
Hey baby turn off the compact disc
Come sit on the couch and have a listen to this
If you would like then I would love if you sing along
And tell me it's your favorite song
Don't take me seriously don't take me wrong
Just take this as your favorite song
Hey baby don't be so cruel
I know I'm an idiot but I didn't think that you thought that I was a fool
You tell me that you're naked when we talk on that phone
And I know that you're all alone
Tired old ideas spill out of the bong
This one I wrote in the clear and feeling strong
I could sing this all day long
Tell me it's your favorite song
What's the last song that I'd sing
I would name each and every precious thing
I'll make this guitar ring and join our throng
If you tell me it's your favorite song
If someone said this is your last shot
What you gonna sing?
I wouldn't hesitate a bit this guitar would
Start to hum and ring
And even if it was all out of tune
And strung up wrong
I'd change the strings tune it up and
Start to play your favorite song
And even if I'm just a tree in the woods
And you never hear me fall
I'll clear my throat and sing a
Little louder
A little clearer that's all
And even if I'm wrong
That doesn't bother me at all
'Coz I'll still be singing your favorite song
I'd sing your favorite song
Hey baby turn off the compact disc
Come sit on the couch and have a listen to this
If you would like then I would love if you sing along
And tell me it's your favorite song
Don't take me seriously don't take me wrong
Just take this as your favorite song
Hey baby don't be so cruel
I know I'm an idiot but I didn't think that you thought that I was a fool
You tell me that you're naked when we talk on that phone
And I know that you're all alone
Tired old ideas spill out of the bong
This one I wrote in the clear and feeling strong
I could sing this all day long
Tell me it's your favorite song
What's the last song that I'd sing
I would name each and every precious thing
I'll make this guitar ring and join our throng
If you tell me it's your favorite song
If someone said this is your last shot
What you gonna sing?
I wouldn't hesitate a bit this guitar would
Start to hum and ring
And even if it was all out of tune
And strung up wrong
I'd change the strings tune it up and
Start to play your favorite song
And even if I'm just a tree in the woods
And you never hear me fall
I'll clear my throat and sing a
Little louder
A little clearer that's all
And even if I'm wrong
That doesn't bother me at all
'Coz I'll still be singing your favorite song
The Hurricane Branch 09/15/94
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
I wished to god that I could have another chance
And now I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
I have fallen one more time
I have fallen again
I should have known it wasn't where or why
It was really just a question of when
I'm hanging hanging hanging hanging
Hanging hanging hanging hanging
Hanging hanging hanging hanging
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
Gloria rolled over this little town
Just a couple years ago
She left her mark on this here tree
The one I'm hanging from don't you know
She left this branch all crooked
But she also left it on
And I've been coming here and hanging
From when I sleep until the dawn
It splinters and it crackles
My feet just dangle helpless
It's winter and I'm frozen
My feet just dangle helpless
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
When the wind blows I just shift and dance
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
I wished to god that I could have another chance
And now I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
I have fallen one more time
I have fallen again
I should have known it wasn't where or why
It was really just a question of when
I'm hanging hanging hanging hanging
Hanging hanging hanging hanging
Hanging hanging hanging hanging
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
Gloria rolled over this little town
Just a couple years ago
She left her mark on this here tree
The one I'm hanging from don't you know
She left this branch all crooked
But she also left it on
And I've been coming here and hanging
From when I sleep until the dawn
It splinters and it crackles
My feet just dangle helpless
It's winter and I'm frozen
My feet just dangle helpless
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
When the wind blows I just shift and dance
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
I'm hanging on the hurricane branch
tourniquet blues 09/14/94
You still make me feel all good inside
You make me forget how much and even that you ever made me cry
I thought you were the knot I tried so hard not to untie
And even though it was tied so tight my fingers never pried
Turn that tourniquet
Turn that tourniquet, my blood is blue
My blood is blue
I've been holding my breath for so long the graveyard gonna pass real soon
My cheeks are all blue the clouds are white as they pass in front of the moon
That moon is fuller than I'll ever be
Unless you untie that tourniquet
And let the blood run right out of me
Turn that tourniquet
Turn that tourniquet, my blood is blue
My blood is blue
Black Irish angry
Black Irish sad
Stopped playing spin the bottle 'coz the bottle
Broke and cut my fingers bad
Turn that tourniquet
Turn that tourniquet, my blood is blue
My blood is blue
You still make me feel all good inside
A favorite food I keep forgetting that I ever tried
Don't listen to my tongue because
Around you it's always tied
Turn that tourniquet
Turn that tourniquet, my blood is blue
My blood is blue
You make me forget how much and even that you ever made me cry
I thought you were the knot I tried so hard not to untie
And even though it was tied so tight my fingers never pried
Turn that tourniquet
Turn that tourniquet, my blood is blue
My blood is blue
I've been holding my breath for so long the graveyard gonna pass real soon
My cheeks are all blue the clouds are white as they pass in front of the moon
That moon is fuller than I'll ever be
Unless you untie that tourniquet
And let the blood run right out of me
Turn that tourniquet
Turn that tourniquet, my blood is blue
My blood is blue
Black Irish angry
Black Irish sad
Stopped playing spin the bottle 'coz the bottle
Broke and cut my fingers bad
Turn that tourniquet
Turn that tourniquet, my blood is blue
My blood is blue
You still make me feel all good inside
A favorite food I keep forgetting that I ever tried
Don't listen to my tongue because
Around you it's always tied
Turn that tourniquet
Turn that tourniquet, my blood is blue
My blood is blue
Mystery Girl (Fall '94)
You're a lingerie ad
With the brains of a scientist
The eyes of a poet
And the face of a mystery girl
You're the swimsuit issue
With the smarts to read a microchip
Chip on your left shoulder
And smile like a mystery girl
First it comes from over there
And then it comes from under here
And thin I think it's what you wear
And then I swear you're a mystery girl
You're a walking riddle
Which I can never figure out
Your eyes smile lightly
And your lips are such a mystery girl
With the brains of a scientist
The eyes of a poet
And the face of a mystery girl
You're the swimsuit issue
With the smarts to read a microchip
Chip on your left shoulder
And smile like a mystery girl
First it comes from over there
And then it comes from under here
And thin I think it's what you wear
And then I swear you're a mystery girl
You're a walking riddle
Which I can never figure out
Your eyes smile lightly
And your lips are such a mystery girl
Love To Be Dead (Fall '94)
I've had love start in my eyes
I've had loev stop between my thighs
I've had love forced upon me
And love taken from me
And love that seemed more like a prize
I want love to cut the chord
Fall like hail
Bounce on boards
I want love to fail
Love Love to fail
But with my luck it won't
With my luck it won't
I've had loev stop between my thighs
I've had love forced upon me
And love taken from me
And love that seemed more like a prize
I want love to cut the chord
Fall like hail
Bounce on boards
I want love to fail
Love Love to fail
But with my luck it won't
With my luck it won't
$70 Flannel 09/06/94
And if I didn't know better I'd think
That your shirt was made of seventy dollar flannel
And if I didn't look close I might not notice
That your boots are just another leg for you to stand on
And if I drink too fast that gin might blossom
Into one more good ol' classic rock channel
And if I roll in your rocket will your pocket
Stock one more planet for me to land on
You're lying you're lying
And your tattoo might last a long time but it's still
Not as strong as a little mascara
And if you collect all your soul and pack yourself a bowl
And look in the mirror you won't even catch a glare
And if I turn up the buzz and piss off the fuzz
I'll wear my hair really long just to scare you
And if the Vasoline catches on fire will it
Burn me enough to be my own little flare
You're lying
Look at you in your seventy dollar flannel
Look at you in your seventy dollar flannel
That your shirt was made of seventy dollar flannel
And if I didn't look close I might not notice
That your boots are just another leg for you to stand on
And if I drink too fast that gin might blossom
Into one more good ol' classic rock channel
And if I roll in your rocket will your pocket
Stock one more planet for me to land on
You're lying you're lying
And your tattoo might last a long time but it's still
Not as strong as a little mascara
And if you collect all your soul and pack yourself a bowl
And look in the mirror you won't even catch a glare
And if I turn up the buzz and piss off the fuzz
I'll wear my hair really long just to scare you
And if the Vasoline catches on fire will it
Burn me enough to be my own little flare
You're lying
Look at you in your seventy dollar flannel
Look at you in your seventy dollar flannel
Your Fingers Are Pinching That Calico Dress (Fall '94)
Your fingers are pinching that calico dress
Your hair is cascading in a calculated mess
Your lashes are fluttering their Morse code to me
Line line dot line dot line stutter melodically
You whisper, "I really like your band."
Sorry ma'am I'm just the hired hand
I'll doff my cap as I show you to the door
I count the tip you dropped I stroke my cat he purrs for more
I'll bring the car from the garage if you would like I've got the keys
That you pressed between my fingers as I worked the mike now please
You whisper, "Don't worry about the old man,
He thinks you're just the hired hand."
I'm a hired hand I'm just the hired hand
Please don't press your body up against mine
That would be outta line, I'm tired
I'm just a hired hand
Your hair is cascading in a calculated mess
Your lashes are fluttering their Morse code to me
Line line dot line dot line stutter melodically
You whisper, "I really like your band."
Sorry ma'am I'm just the hired hand
I'll doff my cap as I show you to the door
I count the tip you dropped I stroke my cat he purrs for more
I'll bring the car from the garage if you would like I've got the keys
That you pressed between my fingers as I worked the mike now please
You whisper, "Don't worry about the old man,
He thinks you're just the hired hand."
I'm a hired hand I'm just the hired hand
Please don't press your body up against mine
That would be outta line, I'm tired
I'm just a hired hand
I Have Become A List Of Failures (Fall '94)
I have become a list of failures
They are my own, my only possession
I'd rather be sailing
I'm sitting
If it's true that I've given up hope
If it's true this is my final chance
If it's true what'm I doing up here
Trying to make all you dumb fuckers dance
What have I done what have I done
If it's true that I've wallowed in sin
If it's true that I've lost all my souls
If it's true I keep turning my back
Keep on closing the door I keep closing doors
I don't mean that what I just said
But I'm lyin' 'coz you know that I did
Don't worry I'm a dumb fucker too
I am exactly like you
I'm what you've become
They are my own, my only possession
I'd rather be sailing
I'm sitting
If it's true that I've given up hope
If it's true this is my final chance
If it's true what'm I doing up here
Trying to make all you dumb fuckers dance
What have I done what have I done
If it's true that I've wallowed in sin
If it's true that I've lost all my souls
If it's true I keep turning my back
Keep on closing the door I keep closing doors
I don't mean that what I just said
But I'm lyin' 'coz you know that I did
Don't worry I'm a dumb fucker too
I am exactly like you
I'm what you've become
Her Body Hangs Over Me (Fall '94)
Her body hangs over me
Hovers near my hair
Hanging hovering over me
Hanging hovering over me
Dressed whatever way she pleased
She pleased whatever way she dressed
A machine, I spoke of it before
She's alive, she is alive
She body hangs over I
Hovers near my hair
Hanging hovering over me
Hanging hovering over me
Dressed whatever way she pleased
She pleased whatever way she dressed
A machine, I spoke of it before
She's alive, she is alive
She body hangs over I
In Falling, Return 08/03/94
I think we're living on borrowed time
Is the saddest thing you've ever said
I see us sprawled over broken clocks
It's the saddest thing I've ever heard
You mention in this time before we're dead
I dreamed of you long before we met
You whispered to me down through the pines
And so in fog took my tragic time
Heard human rock warn me on my way
I believed myself to weak for the climb
And there I was on the mountain top
I stumbled blindly on living rock
Nude was your wind which whistled so soft
You spoke words but I heard only breeze
And then all around me was ever so still
This was the dream that I dreamed
Of you long before we had met
You were the wind in my hair
You were the sea in the air
Some spark has rekindled this fire
Some water has silenced my rage
Let me please borrow more time, much more time
Pour four years back through the page
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Is the saddest thing you've ever said
I see us sprawled over broken clocks
It's the saddest thing I've ever heard
You mention in this time before we're dead
I dreamed of you long before we met
You whispered to me down through the pines
And so in fog took my tragic time
Heard human rock warn me on my way
I believed myself to weak for the climb
And there I was on the mountain top
I stumbled blindly on living rock
Nude was your wind which whistled so soft
You spoke words but I heard only breeze
And then all around me was ever so still
This was the dream that I dreamed
Of you long before we had met
You were the wind in my hair
You were the sea in the air
Some spark has rekindled this fire
Some water has silenced my rage
Let me please borrow more time, much more time
Pour four years back through the page
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
New Orleans 07/04/94
I heard you were down in New Orleans
Down in New Orleans
I heard you were down in New Orleans
Down in New Orleans
I heard you were in the heart
Of the voodoo chile
In the heart of the voodoo chile
I heard you were in the heart
Of the voodoo chile down in New Orleans
I heard they speak a fractured
French down there
Cajun French and Southern man
Down in New Orleans
I bet they be staying stuff like
Tes cheveux tes cheveux tes cheveux
Ma fille mon dieu tes cheveux
Down in New Orleans
Your momma told me you were down
in New Orleans down in New Orleans
She said that you were down
in New Orleans down in New Orleans
Tell me do they kill chickens there
there in New Orleans there in New Orleans
Do they kill chickens there or do they
just drink wine?
Wine in New Orleans wine in New Orleans
I been thinking I might take a ride
to New Orleans a ride to New Orleans
I might slip slide right on down the map
Down to New Orleans
Please don't put no more a them pins in
that there doll that doll in New Orleans
My leg's been hurting something fierce
'Coz of that doll you got in New Orleans
Si je te cherche il faut y aller
a La Nouvelle Orleans La Nouvelle Orleans
La Nouvelle Orleans
J'ai cherche l'annee passe a Orleans
maintenant it's New Orleans
I heard you were down in New Orleans
Down in New Orleans
What do sacrifices mean
Mean down in New Orleans?
Down in New Orleans
I heard you were down in New Orleans
Down in New Orleans
I heard you were in the heart
Of the voodoo chile
In the heart of the voodoo chile
I heard you were in the heart
Of the voodoo chile down in New Orleans
I heard they speak a fractured
French down there
Cajun French and Southern man
Down in New Orleans
I bet they be staying stuff like
Tes cheveux tes cheveux tes cheveux
Ma fille mon dieu tes cheveux
Down in New Orleans
Your momma told me you were down
in New Orleans down in New Orleans
She said that you were down
in New Orleans down in New Orleans
Tell me do they kill chickens there
there in New Orleans there in New Orleans
Do they kill chickens there or do they
just drink wine?
Wine in New Orleans wine in New Orleans
I been thinking I might take a ride
to New Orleans a ride to New Orleans
I might slip slide right on down the map
Down to New Orleans
Please don't put no more a them pins in
that there doll that doll in New Orleans
My leg's been hurting something fierce
'Coz of that doll you got in New Orleans
Si je te cherche il faut y aller
a La Nouvelle Orleans La Nouvelle Orleans
La Nouvelle Orleans
J'ai cherche l'annee passe a Orleans
maintenant it's New Orleans
I heard you were down in New Orleans
Down in New Orleans
What do sacrifices mean
Mean down in New Orleans?
Horizon Mother (for Mari's Mother)
digging dahlia bulbs for parents of deceased
who sit and drink their coffee watching friends
hack dirt with steel and feeling as if they might
recede right into the shingles, "just came by to see you
weren't needing anything" the spring is dug from
shallow holes today and put away at least til May then
lowered into other holes in other yards a harvest
reaped from weeping sleepers keeping all the rooms intact
hack that dirt for us so we can cry our tears of grief
into your gardens which will flower and then die just like
our daughter keep that down don't bring that up please
drop this pie off later on she'll cry that filling out her
eyes before the topping drops inside she didn't cry the day
she died but simply looked outside and heard the seeping
hiss of all the nonexistent rain as it dove into the sun she
had always heard that people died on stormy days not eager
morns lock horns with all that pain and train your mind to
dance on stones one false step and you will sink into the
stream and think how easy it would be to keep on sinking
down and down without a drown will there be shovels at the
bottom river flowers to be dug shallow holes in deeper
waters spring has sprung a monstrous leak and flushed a
meadow into memory but she bubbles out and bobs on top
there she is she's out so far halfway to the other shore
indecisive as to which way she will swim could you place a
blame on her for moving out of sight?
who sit and drink their coffee watching friends
hack dirt with steel and feeling as if they might
recede right into the shingles, "just came by to see you
weren't needing anything" the spring is dug from
shallow holes today and put away at least til May then
lowered into other holes in other yards a harvest
reaped from weeping sleepers keeping all the rooms intact
hack that dirt for us so we can cry our tears of grief
into your gardens which will flower and then die just like
our daughter keep that down don't bring that up please
drop this pie off later on she'll cry that filling out her
eyes before the topping drops inside she didn't cry the day
she died but simply looked outside and heard the seeping
hiss of all the nonexistent rain as it dove into the sun she
had always heard that people died on stormy days not eager
morns lock horns with all that pain and train your mind to
dance on stones one false step and you will sink into the
stream and think how easy it would be to keep on sinking
down and down without a drown will there be shovels at the
bottom river flowers to be dug shallow holes in deeper
waters spring has sprung a monstrous leak and flushed a
meadow into memory but she bubbles out and bobs on top
there she is she's out so far halfway to the other shore
indecisive as to which way she will swim could you place a
blame on her for moving out of sight?
I'm Hiking Through Hollywood (2007)
I'm hiking through Hollywood
Thing I never thought I would
Could you give me a leg up
Begging for supper
Upper cutting a rug
Thing I never thought I would
Could you give me a leg up
Begging for supper
Upper cutting a rug
Sorry 'Bout Dreamin' 06/21/01
The moment slipped away
Ungrasped and unattained
And all that came to pass
From there was colored by
The negative and stained
All the could haves and the shoulds
Becoming didn'ts, don'ts, and can'ts,
The singing fell to whisper
Rose to scream
Sorry 'bout the dream
The stumbling in rhythm
Mistaken for a dance
When he looked back at the song
That stayed unsung
When the reservoir of tears
Was under field
When the taste of death was
Always on his tongue
It seemed as if he always
knew the heart had never healed
The ringing bell to signal
Union broke on seam
Sorry 'bout the dream
Ungrasped and unattained
And all that came to pass
From there was colored by
The negative and stained
All the could haves and the shoulds
Becoming didn'ts, don'ts, and can'ts,
The singing fell to whisper
Rose to scream
Sorry 'bout the dream
The stumbling in rhythm
Mistaken for a dance
When he looked back at the song
That stayed unsung
When the reservoir of tears
Was under field
When the taste of death was
Always on his tongue
It seemed as if he always
knew the heart had never healed
The ringing bell to signal
Union broke on seam
Sorry 'bout the dream
Fashionable 03/15/01
With the pull of a sleeve
Or the tug of a hem
I no longer believe
That I'm not a gem
And I'm shifting like fashion
I'm lifting my rational train
Like a chain of reaction by
Cole not Kenneth but Porter by jove
I rove over your body and
Not from our bed
Fun lovin' la di John Gotti
Let's run from the Feds
Do-right man finally I can see me
In mirrors and chrome and in car windows too
You're wrong if you think that I'd ever leave you
Like jeans and a t-shirt it's classic and fun
With the cut of a line
Or the line of a cut
Rough texture or fine
I don't walk - now I strut
And it's not that I'm proud
I'm just all filled with air
My thoughts aren't too loud
And I'm fixing my hair
And I am fashionable
I know because I have
Fashioned a new look
Fashioned a new life
Fashioned a new me
So I am fashionable
Or the tug of a hem
I no longer believe
That I'm not a gem
And I'm shifting like fashion
I'm lifting my rational train
Like a chain of reaction by
Cole not Kenneth but Porter by jove
I rove over your body and
Not from our bed
Fun lovin' la di John Gotti
Let's run from the Feds
Do-right man finally I can see me
In mirrors and chrome and in car windows too
You're wrong if you think that I'd ever leave you
Like jeans and a t-shirt it's classic and fun
With the cut of a line
Or the line of a cut
Rough texture or fine
I don't walk - now I strut
And it's not that I'm proud
I'm just all filled with air
My thoughts aren't too loud
And I'm fixing my hair
And I am fashionable
I know because I have
Fashioned a new look
Fashioned a new life
Fashioned a new me
So I am fashionable
Isosceles Triangle 08/01/96
Left alone it will endure.
Strength to strength to strength.
As a thought, it is impervious.
Point to point to point.
Seemingly resolute.
But I, one almost without
mathematical ability,
am able to smash it
open in my mind.
Ideas.
Strength to strength to strength.
As a thought, it is impervious.
Point to point to point.
Seemingly resolute.
But I, one almost without
mathematical ability,
am able to smash it
open in my mind.
Ideas.
Thought I Recognized An Old Lover 06/?/96
thought I recognized an old lover
yesterday in the rain
by the pet store after
exiting the post office
then I saw the kind light
in her eyes and the
happy bounce of her walk and
found myself mistaken again
just as I had been in
loving her
yesterday in the rain
by the pet store after
exiting the post office
then I saw the kind light
in her eyes and the
happy bounce of her walk and
found myself mistaken again
just as I had been in
loving her
Bronk 06/04/96
Caught. In the throes of a cough.
Small internal earthquake,
vocalized, realized, unmeasured.
Catching breath, trying to,
a Red Sox second baseman
circa 1996, erring.
Functional, impaired.
Continuous, reverberating, intermittent.
This poem, describing a cough,
continues, will continue, until
a certain someone arrives at
the bar I sit in.
She has told me before that I
set a mood in a poem and then
undercut it.
When she arrives, I'll admit
that she is right.
Small internal earthquake,
vocalized, realized, unmeasured.
Catching breath, trying to,
a Red Sox second baseman
circa 1996, erring.
Functional, impaired.
Continuous, reverberating, intermittent.
This poem, describing a cough,
continues, will continue, until
a certain someone arrives at
the bar I sit in.
She has told me before that I
set a mood in a poem and then
undercut it.
When she arrives, I'll admit
that she is right.
Bromwell's Revenge 05/?/95
My sisters spin their lovely yarns
and garner all the praise
I used to squander my breath with
useless words and smoke filled days
and if I seem a bitter sickly lad
I am
and garner all the praise
I used to squander my breath with
useless words and smoke filled days
and if I seem a bitter sickly lad
I am
In Reaction To "A Watery Grave" By J. Brady 11/?/95
Being unimpressed with death,
as a state, on the whole,
or more clearly, being un-
impressed with the idea,
having no experience to call on,
my tendency to wasted breath
would seem a contradiction.
Yet seeing as I love the sea,
or ocean - to minimize intermittent
alliteration - some romantic notion
of my slowly filling lungs and gentle
flailing arms, takes my stupid
over eager breath away.
as a state, on the whole,
or more clearly, being un-
impressed with the idea,
having no experience to call on,
my tendency to wasted breath
would seem a contradiction.
Yet seeing as I love the sea,
or ocean - to minimize intermittent
alliteration - some romantic notion
of my slowly filling lungs and gentle
flailing arms, takes my stupid
over eager breath away.
We Pass The Fast Food Jungle 06/5/95
We pass the fast food jungle
We drive and listen in
Because something's happening
somewhere
The sad and sooty buildings
are washed with dirty rain
I eat food I didn't make
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
I wish to god that we could have another chance
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
They're fixing games they're fixing games
They're taking names
We talk with kings and syntax
We fly and still complain
And if its true I'd rather walk
Those mad and distant howlings
Are now right at your door
Are they to pity or fear?
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
I wish to god that we could have another chance
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
The wind blows we shift and dance
Gloria rolled over this little town
A couple of years ago
She left her mark on this here tree
The one I'm hanging from don't you know?
They're fixing games
We drive and listen in
Because something's happening
somewhere
The sad and sooty buildings
are washed with dirty rain
I eat food I didn't make
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
I wish to god that we could have another chance
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
They're fixing games they're fixing games
They're taking names
We talk with kings and syntax
We fly and still complain
And if its true I'd rather walk
Those mad and distant howlings
Are now right at your door
Are they to pity or fear?
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
I wish to god that we could have another chance
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
The wind blows we shift and dance
Gloria rolled over this little town
A couple of years ago
She left her mark on this here tree
The one I'm hanging from don't you know?
They're fixing games
Godhead 05/11/95
God, come to her folds
Empty her heat of its pain
Fill her with love of her skin
God, join with her hands
As they move
Fill up her ears with your voice
Tell her she is where she is
And does what she does out of love
God, put your hand on her ass
Steady her as she responds
(God's who I will not be jealous of,
God's who I want to attack,
God's who i see heaving clouds out
his mouth as he labors his
chest to your back)
So,
God, breathe some clouds down her neck
Make a brick fall on her head
From her very own wall
Surprise her for me
Empty her heat of its pain
Fill her with love of her skin
God, join with her hands
As they move
Fill up her ears with your voice
Tell her she is where she is
And does what she does out of love
God, put your hand on her ass
Steady her as she responds
(God's who I will not be jealous of,
God's who I want to attack,
God's who i see heaving clouds out
his mouth as he labors his
chest to your back)
So,
God, breathe some clouds down her neck
Make a brick fall on her head
From her very own wall
Surprise her for me
One Morning I Gave All My Dreams Away 05/10/95
One morning I gave all my dreams away
I thought it would be easier that way
Nothing to strive for, you can't disappoint
Yourself or your love
Yourself or your love
Even now that I've scrambled to find them again
Find them again
I know they won't be the same
I thought it would be easier that way
Nothing to strive for, you can't disappoint
Yourself or your love
Yourself or your love
Even now that I've scrambled to find them again
Find them again
I know they won't be the same
I'm TV 02/?95
Going back to my apartment
On the 9
Squiggling my writing
Squiggly lines
Jostling my pen you read your
Book
I'm squiggly
All scrunched in
I'm syntax
I'm not sentence
I am condensing
I break
I cut
I flash
I glow
I move
I edit
I never stop
I'm TV
On the 9
Squiggling my writing
Squiggly lines
Jostling my pen you read your
Book
I'm squiggly
All scrunched in
I'm syntax
I'm not sentence
I am condensing
I break
I cut
I flash
I glow
I move
I edit
I never stop
I'm TV
Atlas, Not The Globe 02/?95
She's a leopard she's a runner
I thought that I
could keep up
I'm a sitter I'm a thinker
I am Atlas
Not the globe
I'm a hunter I'm a watcher
She got inside
So I started
Running
I started running
She's a feline she's got her claws
I knew that she
Might scratch me
I'm a growler I'm a biter
I'm a tree with
Out the bark
She's the one who scratched it off
I started running
She starts me running
She is running for me
With me at me
Running with my soul
I thought that I
could keep up
I'm a sitter I'm a thinker
I am Atlas
Not the globe
I'm a hunter I'm a watcher
She got inside
So I started
Running
I started running
She's a feline she's got her claws
I knew that she
Might scratch me
I'm a growler I'm a biter
I'm a tree with
Out the bark
She's the one who scratched it off
I started running
She starts me running
She is running for me
With me at me
Running with my soul
Brandy Had Two Puppies 04/18/94
Brandy had two puppies
On a Tuesday afternoon
She must have found a paramour
And howled at the moon
She was in the cellar
The kids were in their rooms
She was in the cellar
The kids were in their rooms
Where are those plastic bags?
On a Tuesday afternoon
She must have found a paramour
And howled at the moon
She was in the cellar
The kids were in their rooms
She was in the cellar
The kids were in their rooms
Where are those plastic bags?
Ticklish And Sweet 04/?/94
mud in vein, springwater blood
a stilted sense, in pelvis
a skin shed and left, empty remains
changed my mind
ridges of skin
attached and dangling
fringe appendage
childish nightmare
stressed stomach for skipping school
vomit and candy
a stilted sense, in pelvis
a skin shed and left, empty remains
changed my mind
ridges of skin
attached and dangling
fringe appendage
childish nightmare
stressed stomach for skipping school
vomit and candy
On Borrowing Lead Pencils 04/?/94
the simple act of asking
is crucial to seduction
a demand easily met
while admitting the oversight
elle a le plaisir de m'aider
elle prends sa place
fingernails, leather
snaps
le bois d'un crayon
le bois, jaune et longue
elle le mets dans ma main
again, nails, leather
snap fumble snap
premeditation
meant to stay there weeks
and seven years later
walked out the door
squinting
is crucial to seduction
a demand easily met
while admitting the oversight
elle a le plaisir de m'aider
elle prends sa place
fingernails, leather
snaps
le bois d'un crayon
le bois, jaune et longue
elle le mets dans ma main
again, nails, leather
snap fumble snap
premeditation
meant to stay there weeks
and seven years later
walked out the door
squinting
The Prince Was On His Way 03/?/94
The Prince was on his way
on his way to see
to see his fair princess
his fair princess.
While riding through the wood
through the wood he saw
he saw a tiny box
a tiny box.
The Prince was too afraid
too afraid to pry
to pry the lid apart
the lid apart.
He placed it in his bag
in his bag upon
upon his trusty horse
his trusty horse.
The horses knees began to buckle
to buckle at the weight
at the weight of this small box
of this small box.
He left his horse, he left it
and continued on his way.
Bought a new horse.
And met his fair princess and
never said a word about the
box within the bag that
killed his horse which
now was lying in the leaves
and making mud.
on his way to see
to see his fair princess
his fair princess.
While riding through the wood
through the wood he saw
he saw a tiny box
a tiny box.
The Prince was too afraid
too afraid to pry
to pry the lid apart
the lid apart.
He placed it in his bag
in his bag upon
upon his trusty horse
his trusty horse.
The horses knees began to buckle
to buckle at the weight
at the weight of this small box
of this small box.
He left his horse, he left it
and continued on his way.
Bought a new horse.
And met his fair princess and
never said a word about the
box within the bag that
killed his horse which
now was lying in the leaves
and making mud.
a buddha made of wood 03/?094
a buddha made of wood
a tall buddha, ten feet or more
eyes closed
hands folded
fingers entwined
sits in the marble museum room
the visions of the buddha
eyes closed
images from the last time, so long ago
when he shut his eyes
shut them for the last time
and folded himself into wood
a buddha made of wood
his eyes spring open
floods, floods of light
a short time later
he's annoyed by the slightest
little thing
a tall buddha, ten feet or more
eyes closed
hands folded
fingers entwined
sits in the marble museum room
the visions of the buddha
eyes closed
images from the last time, so long ago
when he shut his eyes
shut them for the last time
and folded himself into wood
a buddha made of wood
his eyes spring open
floods, floods of light
a short time later
he's annoyed by the slightest
little thing
It Used To Be That Time Was All Around Me 02/6/94
It used to be that time was all around me
Now it's dropping through a hole
I was mercury all liquid shifting
on the cue of heat and rising
falling with the curve of day
but someone broke the tube and I
have petrified and started bouncing
immutable and permanent
impervious to changes in the air
I used to count the miles once I got there
No it seems that distance is unbeatable
evidence irrefutable adn
revelry is wrapped in paper bags.
I used to claim the falling sky.
Now it's dropping through a hole
I was mercury all liquid shifting
on the cue of heat and rising
falling with the curve of day
but someone broke the tube and I
have petrified and started bouncing
immutable and permanent
impervious to changes in the air
I used to count the miles once I got there
No it seems that distance is unbeatable
evidence irrefutable adn
revelry is wrapped in paper bags.
I used to claim the falling sky.
Absolutely Jean 01/30/94
They said the smile on my face was
Unmistakable they said it was
Absolutely Jean
I've heard tell of your name being
Whispered off of canyon walls bouncingB
Back a buoyant echo ball
There are some detractions to this
Modern world where you can get so
far away from someone so close
They said my frantic outburst was
So easily placeable they said it was
Absolutely Jean
I've heard fantastic stories all
Encompassing, somehow makes me
Want to eat my cigarette
Somehow I think it might just
Make me green, absolutely Jean
Unmistakable they said it was
Absolutely Jean
I've heard tell of your name being
Whispered off of canyon walls bouncingB
Back a buoyant echo ball
There are some detractions to this
Modern world where you can get so
far away from someone so close
They said my frantic outburst was
So easily placeable they said it was
Absolutely Jean
I've heard fantastic stories all
Encompassing, somehow makes me
Want to eat my cigarette
Somehow I think it might just
Make me green, absolutely Jean
I'll Find Myself With Furrowed Brow 1/?/94
I'll find myself with furrowed brow
Without a reason
Some out of season storm
Some inappropriate retort
An unintentional mood
The mundane angst of vehicular
distraction, a reaction to an object
no great question, no sad muse
just a maze of steel and pleather
that's affected by the weather and
can change my head with one
out of season storm.
But, I digress. At least that is a
cause, the car, for my distress.
Sometimes my chest is heavy, my
palms are sweaty, my neck gets
tight and why, I search myself,
why this sudden discontent?
Sometime later it has passed, this
crise, this d'ame, and I feel
empty.
Without a reason
Some out of season storm
Some inappropriate retort
An unintentional mood
The mundane angst of vehicular
distraction, a reaction to an object
no great question, no sad muse
just a maze of steel and pleather
that's affected by the weather and
can change my head with one
out of season storm.
But, I digress. At least that is a
cause, the car, for my distress.
Sometimes my chest is heavy, my
palms are sweaty, my neck gets
tight and why, I search myself,
why this sudden discontent?
Sometime later it has passed, this
crise, this d'ame, and I feel
empty.
The Honorable Producer 12/?/93
The honorable producer
Lived above the shoe store
Glad handing old clients as they
Tried on new dogs
He barked for the old women
Acted gruff for the army men
He said, "That's enough."
They said, "Let's do it again!"
He was born in Hackensack
The son of two taxi hacks
They'd leave him in the bar
While the meter would run
He'd sit on the stool in his Keds
And his corduroys
A pinky ring on a stinky pig who
says, "Kid you better get on the bus
His mother would steal butter
From restaurants and coffee shops
He fights the urge to do the same
When he's on a business lunch
Looking at the little packets
Thinking of his mother's stack
Lived above the shoe store
Glad handing old clients as they
Tried on new dogs
He barked for the old women
Acted gruff for the army men
He said, "That's enough."
They said, "Let's do it again!"
He was born in Hackensack
The son of two taxi hacks
They'd leave him in the bar
While the meter would run
He'd sit on the stool in his Keds
And his corduroys
A pinky ring on a stinky pig who
says, "Kid you better get on the bus
His mother would steal butter
From restaurants and coffee shops
He fights the urge to do the same
When he's on a business lunch
Looking at the little packets
Thinking of his mother's stack
As The Raging Sun Descended 12/?/93
As the raging sun descended
Parching dry the land
All the liquid left the leaves
Their burlap weaves starched with sand
Sat on their shoulders crisped by
daylight, walking men, cooled nightly
by the starlight, insufficient as it was.
Dreamed of fire breathing fire dreamed of
souls devoured by demons, dreamed of laughter
fueled by blood, woke to the raging sun.
Ravenous and sated.
Bored and consumed.
Random and fated.
Buried, exhumed.
As the grieving moon ascended
Pulling with it sky
To the heat was added chill
Their leather feet were padding still
in shoes.
Parching dry the land
All the liquid left the leaves
Their burlap weaves starched with sand
Sat on their shoulders crisped by
daylight, walking men, cooled nightly
by the starlight, insufficient as it was.
Dreamed of fire breathing fire dreamed of
souls devoured by demons, dreamed of laughter
fueled by blood, woke to the raging sun.
Ravenous and sated.
Bored and consumed.
Random and fated.
Buried, exhumed.
As the grieving moon ascended
Pulling with it sky
To the heat was added chill
Their leather feet were padding still
in shoes.
The Juggler 11/?/93
never has one thing inside his hand for very long
and just as soon as he gets a bead
on what he's got he needs to read the
next one as it leads him to a newer
different same ol' temporary steadfast
place his face it changes just as fast
what was that and what is this and there
it goes and here it comes and come what
may he lets it go to see it come around
again but for a moment just a moment
was that ball one seen before or something
new but who could tell they fall so short
and stay so long so he tracks it on its path
which pulls the focus from his hands
and then must scramble as his frantic
antics please the crowd no more each
ball is source for new confusion new
derision source for shame each falling
ball bounces in infamy some horror some new
fame and each ball is somehow different as
they whistle through his hands but when they
bounce they touch the ground and then
they look the same
and just as soon as he gets a bead
on what he's got he needs to read the
next one as it leads him to a newer
different same ol' temporary steadfast
place his face it changes just as fast
what was that and what is this and there
it goes and here it comes and come what
may he lets it go to see it come around
again but for a moment just a moment
was that ball one seen before or something
new but who could tell they fall so short
and stay so long so he tracks it on its path
which pulls the focus from his hands
and then must scramble as his frantic
antics please the crowd no more each
ball is source for new confusion new
derision source for shame each falling
ball bounces in infamy some horror some new
fame and each ball is somehow different as
they whistle through his hands but when they
bounce they touch the ground and then
they look the same
Isn't That Rust? 11/23/93
Isn't that rust?
Isn't that a hole of rust right there?
You don't even see it but oh
how it has made me stare
Flakes of metal, shades of some
sort of fall, but for the fact that
these leaves, these departing
pieces, these flakes of steel
have never been alive.
It's rust
That is a hole of rust right there
and if you tell me you don't see it
I'll know that you are lying because
it recedes like some sort of
tangible sunray, the darkness no longer
an absence of light but now
finally as we feared all along
an actual hole.
It's rust. I know it.
You don't believe me when I tell you
there is a rust hole right there
but you don't want to believe me
you hope that it is really just
some falling leaves and
a dying ray of light
but it's not I tell you
it is just a hole of rust
a rusted hole
it is just a rusted hole
a rusty hole
it's just a
it's just a
rust
Isn't that a hole of rust right there?
You don't even see it but oh
how it has made me stare
Flakes of metal, shades of some
sort of fall, but for the fact that
these leaves, these departing
pieces, these flakes of steel
have never been alive.
It's rust
That is a hole of rust right there
and if you tell me you don't see it
I'll know that you are lying because
it recedes like some sort of
tangible sunray, the darkness no longer
an absence of light but now
finally as we feared all along
an actual hole.
It's rust. I know it.
You don't believe me when I tell you
there is a rust hole right there
but you don't want to believe me
you hope that it is really just
some falling leaves and
a dying ray of light
but it's not I tell you
it is just a hole of rust
a rusted hole
it is just a rusted hole
a rusty hole
it's just a
it's just a
rust
The Pen Obstructs The Word 11/22/93
The pen obstructs the word
but you cannot bite the hand that
bleeds your meaning slower
than molasses stuck in sand and
it is mighty, yes indeed, more
than a sword they say, this
creation which helps me create
but bars my way from living
it all at once, the word and
art without a silly piece of paper
which is put so much to shame
by the breathing burning slicing
piece of fire-breathing flame
Cut out the middle man or
so they say and here's the omnipotent
they who are so clear and yet so
vague They who hold the matches.
but you cannot bite the hand that
bleeds your meaning slower
than molasses stuck in sand and
it is mighty, yes indeed, more
than a sword they say, this
creation which helps me create
but bars my way from living
it all at once, the word and
art without a silly piece of paper
which is put so much to shame
by the breathing burning slicing
piece of fire-breathing flame
Cut out the middle man or
so they say and here's the omnipotent
they who are so clear and yet so
vague They who hold the matches.
Cricket Hicks Walked Into The Desert 09/16/93
Cricket Hicks walked into the desert
One day late July
You could tell he was going
Maybe for good
By lookin' at his eyes
He held a water bottle in his hand
Like he was holing a pair of shoes
And he said, "You better hope I
never come back and if I do
this town is gonna bruise."
Everyone was afraid of Cricket Hicks
So you'd think they'd be glad he was gone
But it was like walkin' through the dark
Every little noise makes you want to run
Thanksgiving rolled around and Cricket
Hadn't been seen since the summer stars
And his memory started to pale
But it was something born from pain
Like a wound like a fading scar
One day late July
You could tell he was going
Maybe for good
By lookin' at his eyes
He held a water bottle in his hand
Like he was holing a pair of shoes
And he said, "You better hope I
never come back and if I do
this town is gonna bruise."
Everyone was afraid of Cricket Hicks
So you'd think they'd be glad he was gone
But it was like walkin' through the dark
Every little noise makes you want to run
Thanksgiving rolled around and Cricket
Hadn't been seen since the summer stars
And his memory started to pale
But it was something born from pain
Like a wound like a fading scar
These Spanish Girls 08/?/93
These Spanish girls, children of
dictators of kings, these
royal snobs, these prima
donna private schoolers these
jet setting window dressings
had their black and twisted
curly locks shaped into buzzing
hives by Irish hands.
Ocean eyes
Ocean eyes in the back of
their heads, their black hair,
braided by your Irish hands.
They couldn't help their lives,
circumstances brought them here.
Maybe they weren't all that bad
those Spanish girls who hold a
memory of my mother in their hair
dictators of kings, these
royal snobs, these prima
donna private schoolers these
jet setting window dressings
had their black and twisted
curly locks shaped into buzzing
hives by Irish hands.
Ocean eyes
Ocean eyes in the back of
their heads, their black hair,
braided by your Irish hands.
They couldn't help their lives,
circumstances brought them here.
Maybe they weren't all that bad
those Spanish girls who hold a
memory of my mother in their hair
Face That 07/28/93
Face that
onslaught with
neck back
I'm caught with
deck cut
I'm not who I was when I woke up
I don't think I'm the one they said I was
Take that
or this quick
pill pop
don't let that
drip drop
top of the pile had cards at the top
bottom of the tip of a queen of hearts
slip that into your hand
slip that into your hand
slit that into your hand
slip me into your hand
Lick that
stamp but stick
me back
cramped and sick
no lack
My address isn't really my home
and I'm not who I was this morn
King's men
King's crosses
Bold type
for bosses
princess
the egg is always in pieces now
the queen has found the hermit and the
Hanged man
slip that card into your deck
slip that hand off of your neck
slip this man into your hand
when will you hit the ground?
you've been falling an awfully long time
Is there a ground to hit?
Is your card a response to mine?
onslaught with
neck back
I'm caught with
deck cut
I'm not who I was when I woke up
I don't think I'm the one they said I was
Take that
or this quick
pill pop
don't let that
drip drop
top of the pile had cards at the top
bottom of the tip of a queen of hearts
slip that into your hand
slip that into your hand
slit that into your hand
slip me into your hand
Lick that
stamp but stick
me back
cramped and sick
no lack
My address isn't really my home
and I'm not who I was this morn
King's men
King's crosses
Bold type
for bosses
princess
the egg is always in pieces now
the queen has found the hermit and the
Hanged man
slip that card into your deck
slip that hand off of your neck
slip this man into your hand
when will you hit the ground?
you've been falling an awfully long time
Is there a ground to hit?
Is your card a response to mine?
Before You Return To 07/26/93
Before you return to
that spot at your start
if the moon's cried too long
a lament on your part
after those tears wash your fac
to your heart
slap a smile
strap a star to your cart
if you should feel yourself
regressing too far
before you dip your sweet toes
in regrettable tar
laugh it up laugh it up har
dee har har
slap a smile
on your face strap a star
if your tide is rushing
faster than your moon
if you're tasting bitter lemon
on a dipped in honey spoon
if you faint instead of swoon
clap and croon
slow down at higher noon
that spot at your start
if the moon's cried too long
a lament on your part
after those tears wash your fac
to your heart
slap a smile
strap a star to your cart
if you should feel yourself
regressing too far
before you dip your sweet toes
in regrettable tar
laugh it up laugh it up har
dee har har
slap a smile
on your face strap a star
if your tide is rushing
faster than your moon
if you're tasting bitter lemon
on a dipped in honey spoon
if you faint instead of swoon
clap and croon
slow down at higher noon
one of the one 07/26/93
one of the one
it is all in the none
some of the all
is a sum of the one
fraction of slushmouth
attraction to snow
rush of the true south
traction and slow
line in the light
all of the slide
something so slight
take flight or you glide
parlor of towlines
the friction of heft
drag up a throughline
move to the left
first of the rest
there is wind in your breath
the rest of it all
flies next to small death
it is all in the none
some of the all
is a sum of the one
fraction of slushmouth
attraction to snow
rush of the true south
traction and slow
line in the light
all of the slide
something so slight
take flight or you glide
parlor of towlines
the friction of heft
drag up a throughline
move to the left
first of the rest
there is wind in your breath
the rest of it all
flies next to small death
The Russkie 07/25/93
shell of strong tattoo
space of smile wide
laughter at the center of your teeth
voice of shifting screech
crown of baldy bald
after laughter say "oh man"
Danny boy italiano never
breathing hands of rage
caffeine summer porch monks
praying to Jah and
saying "hm"
space of smile wide
laughter at the center of your teeth
voice of shifting screech
crown of baldy bald
after laughter say "oh man"
Danny boy italiano never
breathing hands of rage
caffeine summer porch monks
praying to Jah and
saying "hm"
this horsecat's short of breath 07/25/93
this horsecat's short of breath
but long in words
a raspy barking catlike whinny
nostrils heave and flare
throw some air inside me, jockey
help me breathe
stable beauty scratch my head
and laugh when I come running
pawing at your ground, your
dirt corral
how do you train a feline foal?
I have long been too long in words
but short of breath so you
my cowpoke trainer shut me up
and help me breathe because
I'm gasping in your ear
but long in words
a raspy barking catlike whinny
nostrils heave and flare
throw some air inside me, jockey
help me breathe
stable beauty scratch my head
and laugh when I come running
pawing at your ground, your
dirt corral
how do you train a feline foal?
I have long been too long in words
but short of breath so you
my cowpoke trainer shut me up
and help me breathe because
I'm gasping in your ear
wiry strong and taut 07/25/93
wiry strong and taut
tense feeling future tense
neuroses roses
bloom and flush, thrill
and ebb and throb
spry resource of anger
taut and strong and wired
with a grin of candy all
hard candy very sweet and
hard and sweet
wellspring into action
acting strongly tautly wired
well, spring a reaction
sweet and hard and sweet and hard
tense feeling future tense
neuroses roses
bloom and flush, thrill
and ebb and throb
spry resource of anger
taut and strong and wired
with a grin of candy all
hard candy very sweet and
hard and sweet
wellspring into action
acting strongly tautly wired
well, spring a reaction
sweet and hard and sweet and hard
I Am A Flower Collector 07/28/93
"I am a flower collector," I said
with a flourish and with a wince.
"My hands are scratched from reaching
blindly into briar patches
at the sight of color breaching
through the prickers and the
bush and drying leaves."
Now as I rub my hands in
salve and aloe to take away
the sting this day has come
and gone and left me shy
one short of century ten
decades minus 1, that's 99
and I collect until my
fingers shred and bleed and then
I simply can no more and
as the reddish haze of
sunset dims the fervor of
my flowers hue I see that
there is one more left it's
hidden dark and blue...
And a memory rushed back
of a dream in winter months
before I ever plucked a stem
a woman said to me
"I would that
you were 99 flowers
and I was your first one hundredth
and deep into the moment
you pulled me out."
And as the clouds filter the
dimming sun these prickers
taste a taste that's new, the taste
of salve and aloe as it skims
onto their thorns and reaching
instant deep I reach a
square of ten in record time
my first
with a flourish and with a wince.
"My hands are scratched from reaching
blindly into briar patches
at the sight of color breaching
through the prickers and the
bush and drying leaves."
Now as I rub my hands in
salve and aloe to take away
the sting this day has come
and gone and left me shy
one short of century ten
decades minus 1, that's 99
and I collect until my
fingers shred and bleed and then
I simply can no more and
as the reddish haze of
sunset dims the fervor of
my flowers hue I see that
there is one more left it's
hidden dark and blue...
And a memory rushed back
of a dream in winter months
before I ever plucked a stem
a woman said to me
"I would that
you were 99 flowers
and I was your first one hundredth
and deep into the moment
you pulled me out."
And as the clouds filter the
dimming sun these prickers
taste a taste that's new, the taste
of salve and aloe as it skims
onto their thorns and reaching
instant deep I reach a
square of ten in record time
my first
Rigging Creaking 07/27/93
rigging creaking
ropes a-straining
whistling winding
wind a-raining
wooden sliver
floating slow
stood in mist
glowing boat
the sea struggles to support you
weighty craft
the sky rushes to greet you
waiting raft
raising sail
the birds wing out of your path
wooden boat
glowing sliver
floating mist
stood slow
in sea in sky
ropes a-straining
whistling winding
wind a-raining
wooden sliver
floating slow
stood in mist
glowing boat
the sea struggles to support you
weighty craft
the sky rushes to greet you
waiting raft
raising sail
the birds wing out of your path
wooden boat
glowing sliver
floating mist
stood slow
in sea in sky
Doppleganger 07/27/93
A shadow stapled to your arm
Is pulling lightly on the skin
And tugging right into the harm
It sees and hears a whisper pin
A breeze, it blows within the room
Is resting on your troubled eye
And you are dust inside a broom
Somebody spills up to the sky
Hold my hand so, let it go now
That's enough so pick up the pace
Don't tell me why just tell me how
Don't look at me fall in my face
The ripple in your clothing stops
The rock has sunk into the lake
The balloon in the corner pops
The party candles are all fake
A trace of me has lingered there
A part of me has fallen here
There's something to the top of stairs
There's something to the drop of spheres
The right side of the room is gone
Its traces trail like lonely men
Who cry at the beauty of dawn
Their faces frail in god knows when
Is pulling lightly on the skin
And tugging right into the harm
It sees and hears a whisper pin
A breeze, it blows within the room
Is resting on your troubled eye
And you are dust inside a broom
Somebody spills up to the sky
Hold my hand so, let it go now
That's enough so pick up the pace
Don't tell me why just tell me how
Don't look at me fall in my face
The ripple in your clothing stops
The rock has sunk into the lake
The balloon in the corner pops
The party candles are all fake
A trace of me has lingered there
A part of me has fallen here
There's something to the top of stairs
There's something to the drop of spheres
The right side of the room is gone
Its traces trail like lonely men
Who cry at the beauty of dawn
Their faces frail in god knows when
Friday, March 27, 2009
I Have To Set You Free (Fall '99)
I have to set you free
I have to let you grieve
A villain might not flee
Sometimes the hero leaves
I have to let you grieve
A villain might not flee
Sometimes the hero leaves
I Was A Teenage Moto Racer Bride (Summer '99)
I was a teenage moto racer bride
Glued to the screen I was
Always on that ride
When my man would come in the room
I'd say come on baby
Be my moto racer groom
Hit the turbo pop that wheelie right
On snow sand by day
Or by night
We didn't need no brakes
I was a teenage moto racer groom
Hit the arrow with my finger
To go zoom
I can crash and I can burn
Doesn't matter 'coz then it
Is my baby's turn
We don't need no brakes
Glued to the screen I was
Always on that ride
When my man would come in the room
I'd say come on baby
Be my moto racer groom
Hit the turbo pop that wheelie right
On snow sand by day
Or by night
We didn't need no brakes
I was a teenage moto racer groom
Hit the arrow with my finger
To go zoom
I can crash and I can burn
Doesn't matter 'coz then it
Is my baby's turn
We don't need no brakes
Eulogy For A Death Wish (Winter '00)
Oh won't you bury me
Alive
Pour dirt on my blinking eyes
I'm wearing white for this virginal death
Look on
Don't pity my breath while it's here
Oh don't cry for we shall meet
Again
Surrender is happy my dear
Take down a cloud dry your tears
Into rain
Bless my grave with your thunder storm
You know that I will love you forever
You know that I will love you when I die
Sing me a song as I drop down
And down
I will listen til you cannot sing
Read me a prayer and then close the lid
Over me
I'll sleep til I'm finally free
Of this body the Lord's given me
Alive
Pour dirt on my blinking eyes
I'm wearing white for this virginal death
Look on
Don't pity my breath while it's here
Oh don't cry for we shall meet
Again
Surrender is happy my dear
Take down a cloud dry your tears
Into rain
Bless my grave with your thunder storm
You know that I will love you forever
You know that I will love you when I die
Sing me a song as I drop down
And down
I will listen til you cannot sing
Read me a prayer and then close the lid
Over me
I'll sleep til I'm finally free
Of this body the Lord's given me
See The Lights So Pretty See Them Shine So Bright
09/?/93
see the lights so pretty see them shine so bright
ain't they bright? ain't they bright?
oh my baby look there look there look
can you look? can you look?
catch the glare so shiny catch the glare so strong
are we strong? are we strong?
kiss the shadow softly kiss the shadow light
taste the light? taste the light?
i'm tasting light
it's out of sight right on my tongue
i'm tasting light it's wood well hung
and you got to use your wood
don't you know you got to use your wood?
see the fire burning see it lick the night
feel the night? feel the night?
see the lights
ain't they bright?
kiss the shadow
taste the light
lick the fire
feel the night
how much can you get for your soul?
i'll kiss
i'll cry
i'll walk
i'll try
i'll love
with you
see the lights so pretty see them shine so bright
ain't they bright? ain't they bright?
oh my baby look there look there look
can you look? can you look?
catch the glare so shiny catch the glare so strong
are we strong? are we strong?
kiss the shadow softly kiss the shadow light
taste the light? taste the light?
i'm tasting light
it's out of sight right on my tongue
i'm tasting light it's wood well hung
and you got to use your wood
don't you know you got to use your wood?
see the fire burning see it lick the night
feel the night? feel the night?
see the lights
ain't they bright?
kiss the shadow
taste the light
lick the fire
feel the night
how much can you get for your soul?
i'll kiss
i'll cry
i'll walk
i'll try
i'll love
with you
Beautiful Contradiction 05/?/93
Beautiful contradiction
Her face smiles pretty..with friction
Hot and cold, not
just lukewarm
something soft, shape
without form
Hot dark cold light
squeeze day lick night dry
Single crowd mass
turbation
Her hand moves with
out perdition
Dry and wet, not
not wet
Helpless I'll help
less you let
dry me wet now
show soft hide hard we met now
don't you see things
with eyes closed
and still you go
where dark goes
you can taste mouth
is empty covers all yet
is scanty
see taste eyes goes
taste all open closed you
Her face smiles pretty..with friction
Hot and cold, not
just lukewarm
something soft, shape
without form
Hot dark cold light
squeeze day lick night dry
Single crowd mass
turbation
Her hand moves with
out perdition
Dry and wet, not
not wet
Helpless I'll help
less you let
dry me wet now
show soft hide hard we met now
don't you see things
with eyes closed
and still you go
where dark goes
you can taste mouth
is empty covers all yet
is scanty
see taste eyes goes
taste all open closed you
Fronds 05/02/93
If a Chinese fan were dipped in honey
And slowly opened like the fingers of the dawn
And hung above the trees just like the sky
Would I be worshiping the sun?
If at the hour of the sickness of the flowers,
which caused the petals not to droop, but
taking flight, singular wing that's
veined and slim
it flies on fuel
of sunlight synthesized
would colored pigment rain,
bring dusk, mosquito nets, and air
overripe with fruit and pollen pods/
Am I the moon's best slave?
At the shattered mirror noon
a shard of sun ver-tic-a-li-
zes me-as-if I'm stretched upon a rack and paper thin
the blueness seems to stream away
breaking window after window
dusty glass dust in the dirt
the parching throat the steaming tar
the oasis my containment my mirage
but there is something to be said for a mirage
There is something to be said for a mirage
an illusory elusive honeyed fan
Am I nothing but a shade upon the ground/
Am I more than the shadow that I cast?
And slowly opened like the fingers of the dawn
And hung above the trees just like the sky
Would I be worshiping the sun?
If at the hour of the sickness of the flowers,
which caused the petals not to droop, but
taking flight, singular wing that's
veined and slim
it flies on fuel
of sunlight synthesized
would colored pigment rain,
bring dusk, mosquito nets, and air
overripe with fruit and pollen pods/
Am I the moon's best slave?
At the shattered mirror noon
a shard of sun ver-tic-a-li-
zes me-as-if I'm stretched upon a rack and paper thin
the blueness seems to stream away
breaking window after window
dusty glass dust in the dirt
the parching throat the steaming tar
the oasis my containment my mirage
but there is something to be said for a mirage
There is something to be said for a mirage
an illusory elusive honeyed fan
Am I nothing but a shade upon the ground/
Am I more than the shadow that I cast?
They Kneel In Unison, And Mountains 04/03/93
This faith that enters my house,
resting in the sun room by a hanging
spider plant, moving through the
living room and shapes of chairs
housing memories of guests and smells of
parties; this faith did not emanate
from some comet to propel itself up
these carpeted stairs and under my
bedroom door. The faith turned its
ticking seconds in gulps of water, gasps
of breath and thrusts of hips and
chews of grain and stares from eyes
that turned to comets for their hope.
An excellent foppery indeed. And all the
while I sleep while faith and its
physical groupies shake my wall. I no
longer leave my trophies out on shelves
for fear that faith will make them leap.
resting in the sun room by a hanging
spider plant, moving through the
living room and shapes of chairs
housing memories of guests and smells of
parties; this faith did not emanate
from some comet to propel itself up
these carpeted stairs and under my
bedroom door. The faith turned its
ticking seconds in gulps of water, gasps
of breath and thrusts of hips and
chews of grain and stares from eyes
that turned to comets for their hope.
An excellent foppery indeed. And all the
while I sleep while faith and its
physical groupies shake my wall. I no
longer leave my trophies out on shelves
for fear that faith will make them leap.
Bent My Own Rule 03/13/93
Circumvent a moral
Twist a reason up
Place the crown upon the snake
Crank the lever hard
Turn denial's hedon down
Put the sceptre in the lake
Does your body ache?
You can make that
Go away you tell yourself
You tell yourself
Bite the hand that needs you
Feed hormones to a whore
You might as well -
You'll have to pay, or
Hadn't you realized?
As you touch my rule
Bends, stretches, reaches up
And towards a queen
Confused though she may be
She's still a queen
Twist a reason up
Place the crown upon the snake
Crank the lever hard
Turn denial's hedon down
Put the sceptre in the lake
Does your body ache?
You can make that
Go away you tell yourself
You tell yourself
Bite the hand that needs you
Feed hormones to a whore
You might as well -
You'll have to pay, or
Hadn't you realized?
As you touch my rule
Bends, stretches, reaches up
And towards a queen
Confused though she may be
She's still a queen
It's Maria's Heart 03/?/93
Maria's hair
Falls over into her eyes
I have to
Say good bye
Good bye to all I know
Good bye to all I know
Maria's faith
Is falling from the ceiling now
I guess it's
Still faith anyhow
Who am I to say?
Who am I to say?
Maria's heart
Aches from the pressure drive
Her legs hang
In the dive
Try to make my way (tries to make her way)
Try to make my way (tries to make her way)
Maria's tongue
Tips the balance every time
On the scales
Tastes sublime
Her body sways and weighs
Her body sways and weighs
Maria's feet
Barely leave tracks in the dirt
She don't ever wear a skirt
Take my blues away
Take my blues away
Maria's knees
Bend with the weight of a tear
Sliding into her mouth
There is so much to fear
There is so much to fear
Maria's fear
Hangs on her like a shawl
She stares at nothing
And tries to look away
From it all
Maria's got
Her right hand on her heart
Wishing for the
Finish of the start
Don't tell her that
She can't have it all
Don't tell her that
The summer's before the fall
I cannot say
There will not be a start
I cannot say
Those things to Maria's heart
Falls over into her eyes
I have to
Say good bye
Good bye to all I know
Good bye to all I know
Maria's faith
Is falling from the ceiling now
I guess it's
Still faith anyhow
Who am I to say?
Who am I to say?
Maria's heart
Aches from the pressure drive
Her legs hang
In the dive
Try to make my way (tries to make her way)
Try to make my way (tries to make her way)
Maria's tongue
Tips the balance every time
On the scales
Tastes sublime
Her body sways and weighs
Her body sways and weighs
Maria's feet
Barely leave tracks in the dirt
She don't ever wear a skirt
Take my blues away
Take my blues away
Maria's knees
Bend with the weight of a tear
Sliding into her mouth
There is so much to fear
There is so much to fear
Maria's fear
Hangs on her like a shawl
She stares at nothing
And tries to look away
From it all
Maria's got
Her right hand on her heart
Wishing for the
Finish of the start
Don't tell her that
She can't have it all
Don't tell her that
The summer's before the fall
I cannot say
There will not be a start
I cannot say
Those things to Maria's heart
Such A Place 03/09/93
We died at such a place
In tomorrows dirty pool
We hoped that we could trace
Our lineage away from fools
And speak of higher plains
Not tainted by chagrin
And drink from future rains
Quench our thirst without a sin
But we died at such a place
After gulping time like drink
And I thought I saw your face
In reflecting presents sink
So I bent my head in reverence
Into the murky deep of now
And tried to grasp deliverance
Without touching you somehow
And we died at such a place
In the futures swirling deep
We drowned with such a grace
Even the Great White had to weep
We died at such a place
Singing the gospel of the drowned
And as we sank we drank the space
And floated to the ground
And licked it dry.
In tomorrows dirty pool
We hoped that we could trace
Our lineage away from fools
And speak of higher plains
Not tainted by chagrin
And drink from future rains
Quench our thirst without a sin
But we died at such a place
After gulping time like drink
And I thought I saw your face
In reflecting presents sink
So I bent my head in reverence
Into the murky deep of now
And tried to grasp deliverance
Without touching you somehow
And we died at such a place
In the futures swirling deep
We drowned with such a grace
Even the Great White had to weep
We died at such a place
Singing the gospel of the drowned
And as we sank we drank the space
And floated to the ground
And licked it dry.
Tomorrow Is A Bad Word 03/07/93
Tomorrow is a bad word
A vomitous retort
Of yesterday's sorrows
And today's truth
In hope of time's eclipse
Tomorrow's such a nasty word
A vomitous retort
Of yesterday's sorrows
And today's truth
In hope of time's eclipse
Tomorrow's such a nasty word
Every Horn Stirs Up A Stupid Hope 03/02/93
Every horn stirs up a stupid hope
And each ring...
I must climb to get up to my eyes
And it's all that I can do
To keep from falling way back down
Into my heart
The stairs inside my throat are slippery
So I keep swallowing my pride
And checking at the door
If you load to many sacks of
Spanish onions on a pallet it
Will tip without a doubt but
Also it will be so difficult
To move
Open up that corn and look "How
does this one do you, ma'am no
kernels out of place." "I'll
just look at a few more? If you
don't mind?"
My fingers bleed from shucking other people's corn
Every horn stirs up a stupid hope
And each ring...
And each ring...
I must climb to get up to my eyes
And it's all that I can do
To keep from falling way back down
Into my heart
The stairs inside my throat are slippery
So I keep swallowing my pride
And checking at the door
If you load to many sacks of
Spanish onions on a pallet it
Will tip without a doubt but
Also it will be so difficult
To move
Open up that corn and look "How
does this one do you, ma'am no
kernels out of place." "I'll
just look at a few more? If you
don't mind?"
My fingers bleed from shucking other people's corn
Every horn stirs up a stupid hope
And each ring...
The Spade Enters The Dirt With A Snicker 02/?/93
The spade enters the dirt with a snicker
of pebbles, soil, metal and the
snap of roots.
A seed. Place inside the gaping
grimace left behind t be
smothered by the snicker so
a crop can re-emerge.
Ritual. Dig, place, cover. Plant.
Ritual. What to expect. Hope -
The spade enters the dirt and the
whole shebang snickers and then
grimaces to find a seed already there.
Had it been placed there?
Out of the question, this was a secret garden.
How had it arrived?
of pebbles, soil, metal and the
snap of roots.
A seed. Place inside the gaping
grimace left behind t be
smothered by the snicker so
a crop can re-emerge.
Ritual. Dig, place, cover. Plant.
Ritual. What to expect. Hope -
The spade enters the dirt and the
whole shebang snickers and then
grimaces to find a seed already there.
Had it been placed there?
Out of the question, this was a secret garden.
How had it arrived?
If You 02/?/93
If you
Live life in search of saftey
Expect constant peril
If you
Live life avoiding peril
You'll have an Oedipus-sy fate
If you
Aren't at risk
You aren't alive,
really.
Live life in search of saftey
Expect constant peril
If you
Live life avoiding peril
You'll have an Oedipus-sy fate
If you
Aren't at risk
You aren't alive,
really.
I Will Graze Down In The Valley 02/?/93
I will graze down in the valley
Soft serene your grass is green
With envy and with longing
Green within - experience
This mountain grass is soft and smooth
And cool it sates my soul
For my hooves have pounded endless miles
A runaway who never leaves
The rustle that I hear out there
Under these stars within that grass
Is my tormentor my protector
Holding reins I long to don
She emerges from my feeding ground
And wraps her legs around my back
And whispers in my ear
And rubs her toes up and down my flanks
But she does not throw the lasso
Doesn't force the bit between my teeth
The only gear she wears are the spurs upon her feet
Which excite but do not hold
She forgets to throw the reins
Because she's rubbing with the spurs
And we're running through the valley
I am fast and I am strong
I strive for the plateau
But my load is far too light
Somewhere she has slipped away
And slid into the night
And my spine is not doubled anymore
I will pound more endless miles
For I know she has the reins
Her spurs have left new scars
They make me stammer parch and reel
I will pound more endless miles
I will run and drink and bleed
But I shall have a hunger hunger hunger
For I am not allowed to feed
Upon your soft smooth mountain grass
So cool so sweet so green
Soft serene your grass is green
With envy and with longing
Green within - experience
This mountain grass is soft and smooth
And cool it sates my soul
For my hooves have pounded endless miles
A runaway who never leaves
The rustle that I hear out there
Under these stars within that grass
Is my tormentor my protector
Holding reins I long to don
She emerges from my feeding ground
And wraps her legs around my back
And whispers in my ear
And rubs her toes up and down my flanks
But she does not throw the lasso
Doesn't force the bit between my teeth
The only gear she wears are the spurs upon her feet
Which excite but do not hold
She forgets to throw the reins
Because she's rubbing with the spurs
And we're running through the valley
I am fast and I am strong
I strive for the plateau
But my load is far too light
Somewhere she has slipped away
And slid into the night
And my spine is not doubled anymore
I will pound more endless miles
For I know she has the reins
Her spurs have left new scars
They make me stammer parch and reel
I will pound more endless miles
I will run and drink and bleed
But I shall have a hunger hunger hunger
For I am not allowed to feed
Upon your soft smooth mountain grass
So cool so sweet so green
A Cat With Cheshire Eyes 02/?/93
A cat with Cheshire eyes
She had purred, "Eyes can detach"
Now they are untethered aren't they
Detached untethered eyes
Cheshire eyes, nothing but -
But I haven't found the button
Haven't found the button yet
And I thought myself the only one
Who had a Cheshired soul
And so treasured all the other souls
Around ahead my own
But ah, arrives a cat with
Cheshire window mirrored eyes
And I see spots
Re-emerging on my defunct leopard soul
A connection still untethered
A detachment holding firm
I haven't found the button
But I'll recognize its shape
Some morning as I shave
She had purred, "Eyes can detach"
Now they are untethered aren't they
Detached untethered eyes
Cheshire eyes, nothing but -
But I haven't found the button
Haven't found the button yet
And I thought myself the only one
Who had a Cheshired soul
And so treasured all the other souls
Around ahead my own
But ah, arrives a cat with
Cheshire window mirrored eyes
And I see spots
Re-emerging on my defunct leopard soul
A connection still untethered
A detachment holding firm
I haven't found the button
But I'll recognize its shape
Some morning as I shave
Gushing Gourds Are Filled With Velvet Seeds 02/?/93
Gushing gourds are filled with velvet seeds
That sprout
As quickly as they drop
From the folds of satin fruit all black as black
How could there be a gourd that grew so
Quickly from a seed
But there it is again
And there it breaks apart and gushes forth
Its satin fruit and velvet seeds
Once again the gourd is grown and
Once again it gushes forth
And the seeds and satin
Velvet, latin
Morning black as matin
Rush the satin velvet rind and seeds
Into your earth again
That sprout
As quickly as they drop
From the folds of satin fruit all black as black
How could there be a gourd that grew so
Quickly from a seed
But there it is again
And there it breaks apart and gushes forth
Its satin fruit and velvet seeds
Once again the gourd is grown and
Once again it gushes forth
And the seeds and satin
Velvet, latin
Morning black as matin
Rush the satin velvet rind and seeds
Into your earth again
I Know What You Are Hiding 02/?/93
I know what you are hiding
I know the secrets that you hide
I know the truth is trauma
That it eats you up inside
I know all of your secrets
I know them like my scars
That bleed a bloodless bleed
As secret as the tar
That paves these roads
That paves these roads
The fact that they are secrets
Says it all, my secret one
I know the secrets that you hide
I know the truth is trauma
That it eats you up inside
I know all of your secrets
I know them like my scars
That bleed a bloodless bleed
As secret as the tar
That paves these roads
That paves these roads
The fact that they are secrets
Says it all, my secret one
You Shall Not Be My Bride 02/?/93
You shall not be my bride
You leopard in sheep's wool
Black sheep's wool
A leopard in black sheep's wool
I shall not be your groom
I, a cat in boulder lace
Lace as heavy as a boulder
A cat in heavy lace
I shall be an empty spot within you
In your memory, elephantess, elephantine
Curl your trunk around a column made of air
You shall not say I do
You did, your nose is long and hard
A cuckold beak
Horns that smell
Molting wings drop, glide, and shatter
Lick your wounds with your salted sandpaper tongue
And ignore the taste of blood
You woolen single cat
You childless pussy
I'd walk under a thousand ladders
Just to cross this black cat's path
And I am not a superstitious man
You leopard in sheep's wool
Black sheep's wool
A leopard in black sheep's wool
I shall not be your groom
I, a cat in boulder lace
Lace as heavy as a boulder
A cat in heavy lace
I shall be an empty spot within you
In your memory, elephantess, elephantine
Curl your trunk around a column made of air
You shall not say I do
You did, your nose is long and hard
A cuckold beak
Horns that smell
Molting wings drop, glide, and shatter
Lick your wounds with your salted sandpaper tongue
And ignore the taste of blood
You woolen single cat
You childless pussy
I'd walk under a thousand ladders
Just to cross this black cat's path
And I am not a superstitious man
A Guitar Note Held In Pain 02/?/93
A guitar note held in pain
The drop of water that descends
The icicle and is not held, either
it is too warm outside or too
warm inside, is the drop free
or all alone?
A stomach clenched with sobs
The drop of water that descends
The icicle and is not held, either
it is too warm outside or too
warm inside, is the drop free
or all alone?
A stomach clenched with sobs
Lingering On Phone Receivers 02/?/93
Lingering on phone receivers and
In stairwells
Hover-ring
Gliding
Towards
Something filled with smoke
Like a bannister thin and stuck and
Every little brick is a surprise
Something like a sun
Is burning in my sky
But
It doesn't melt the snow
And it's tricky, see
It only lights a stair
Here
And there
So it can leave the rest in shadow
As I stumble in the light
But the warmth...
There is mortar between each brick which
Holds firm despite the heat
And the sun sets directly on my lips a
Smiling sun
Touches softly
Like
A
Stair
That drops to
Find another
One below it just as strong
A knee against
A wall between
Two legs against
A wall
Like something filled with liquid smoke
Drink boy, drink, drink, drink
You know that you are thirsty
In stairwells
Hover-ring
Gliding
Towards
Something filled with smoke
Like a bannister thin and stuck and
Every little brick is a surprise
Something like a sun
Is burning in my sky
But
It doesn't melt the snow
And it's tricky, see
It only lights a stair
Here
And there
So it can leave the rest in shadow
As I stumble in the light
But the warmth...
There is mortar between each brick which
Holds firm despite the heat
And the sun sets directly on my lips a
Smiling sun
Touches softly
Like
A
Stair
That drops to
Find another
One below it just as strong
A knee against
A wall between
Two legs against
A wall
Like something filled with liquid smoke
Drink boy, drink, drink, drink
You know that you are thirsty
Like A Phone Call 02/?/93
Like a phone call in the darkened
Early hours of the
Morn
When the sky is hiding secrets
Your
Ring awoke me with a jolt -
The terror
From my dreams of peace
Dribbled down my
Stubbled chin
Early hours of the
Morn
When the sky is hiding secrets
Your
Ring awoke me with a jolt -
The terror
From my dreams of peace
Dribbled down my
Stubbled chin
When Kisses Filled With Snow Are Licked Away 02/?/93
When kisses filled with snow are licked away
What do they leave?
When poems are just ink and paper joined
Not souls to weave
When French is just a language
When a leopard's just a cat
When a snowman's only snow
And a hat is just a hat
When a dilemma is a problem
When a car becomes a jail
When recognition meets suspicion
When fur is just a piece of tail
Can you wake up from a nightmare
Into a peaceful dream
Only to wake up one more time
To find things are not what they seem
The disappointment would require
A death that is not small
Where do we cross the line
When does a jump become a fall?
What do they leave?
When poems are just ink and paper joined
Not souls to weave
When French is just a language
When a leopard's just a cat
When a snowman's only snow
And a hat is just a hat
When a dilemma is a problem
When a car becomes a jail
When recognition meets suspicion
When fur is just a piece of tail
Can you wake up from a nightmare
Into a peaceful dream
Only to wake up one more time
To find things are not what they seem
The disappointment would require
A death that is not small
Where do we cross the line
When does a jump become a fall?
When My Place In Time Is Taken 02/?/93
When my place in time is taken
That is when you shall be mine
They will teach my poems in a class
The teacher says, "Ah, here's a line
That corresponds again and again...
Can't you see that they were lovers?
How can you doubt look at the proof
That lies between the covers
Of these reflecting twinful books
Full of lusty sinful looks and
This line that corresponds?"
When my place in time is taken
That is when you shall be mine
And a boy who is full of pith
Will show this poem to a girl
And then into a man he'll turn
And out of her une femme shall twirl
And they'll kiss and kiss and kiss
And kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss
Just like we kissed and kissed and kissed
And kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed
Though I'll live vicarious though I'm already dead
It is then that I shall take my place
And make truth of what the teacher said
But that is only after many hills to climb
After I take my final resting place in time
That is when you shall be mine
They will teach my poems in a class
The teacher says, "Ah, here's a line
That corresponds again and again...
Can't you see that they were lovers?
How can you doubt look at the proof
That lies between the covers
Of these reflecting twinful books
Full of lusty sinful looks and
This line that corresponds?"
When my place in time is taken
That is when you shall be mine
And a boy who is full of pith
Will show this poem to a girl
And then into a man he'll turn
And out of her une femme shall twirl
And they'll kiss and kiss and kiss
And kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss
Just like we kissed and kissed and kissed
And kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed
Though I'll live vicarious though I'm already dead
It is then that I shall take my place
And make truth of what the teacher said
But that is only after many hills to climb
After I take my final resting place in time
I Will Try To Write In Tongues 02/?/93
I will try to write in
Tongues for this
Zazzing soul
Bleja m cazania
Vurvalesh li yexta quez
Svolet svolte sovelt
Vurvalesh m vurvalesh
Tongues for this
Zazzing soul
Bleja m cazania
Vurvalesh li yexta quez
Svolet svolte sovelt
Vurvalesh m vurvalesh
Poltergeist 02/?/93
If you were to haunt my house
Would I be driven to the pew?
Would I seek a reader for my palm
a tarot deck or Ouija board?
I dreamed that you were haunting me
You rattled chains upon the floor
Made of tile in the bathroom as I soaped and soaked my head
And although you were a ghost
I let you watch
I dreamed that you were haunting me
I slowly cooked an egg and you
Hid behind the door as I
Padded to the couch in boxer
Shorts and running shoes and
Handkerchief upon my head
I dreamed that you were haunting me
You held the pen up to my face
I do not believe in ghosts and yet
My muse you have become you have become
And you float through the wall
Out to the cold and icy wind
Which buffets you about because
You are not weighted down your
Chains are made of mist and
Not of steel
If ever you would haunt my house
I shall seek a church and pray
And I shall stick my tongue
Right through the screen to find
A nun who feels the same and
So was forced to haunt me all this time
But would come right through the
Box and forgive me all my sins
And gain her body back so she'll
No longer have to haunt me with her soul
Would I be driven to the pew?
Would I seek a reader for my palm
a tarot deck or Ouija board?
I dreamed that you were haunting me
You rattled chains upon the floor
Made of tile in the bathroom as I soaped and soaked my head
And although you were a ghost
I let you watch
I dreamed that you were haunting me
I slowly cooked an egg and you
Hid behind the door as I
Padded to the couch in boxer
Shorts and running shoes and
Handkerchief upon my head
I dreamed that you were haunting me
You held the pen up to my face
I do not believe in ghosts and yet
My muse you have become you have become
And you float through the wall
Out to the cold and icy wind
Which buffets you about because
You are not weighted down your
Chains are made of mist and
Not of steel
If ever you would haunt my house
I shall seek a church and pray
And I shall stick my tongue
Right through the screen to find
A nun who feels the same and
So was forced to haunt me all this time
But would come right through the
Box and forgive me all my sins
And gain her body back so she'll
No longer have to haunt me with her soul
The Religion I Have Chosen 02/?/93
The religion I have chosen is
based in notes and words and
thought and drugs and beer
and kneecaps and strollers
filled with babies, nowhere are
there angels hopping proud
from cloud to cloud or standing
plucking harps in eerie lit
repose so I've never cowed or
bowed before those dancing fits
of fancy and I shake because you
make and break an angel out of me.
based in notes and words and
thought and drugs and beer
and kneecaps and strollers
filled with babies, nowhere are
there angels hopping proud
from cloud to cloud or standing
plucking harps in eerie lit
repose so I've never cowed or
bowed before those dancing fits
of fancy and I shake because you
make and break an angel out of me.
If I Was Dying Of Disease 02/?/00
If I was dying of disease
There is but one thing I ask
One thing I ask before
I pass into the dirt
That you come into the room
And put your legs over my life
And take my life inside
So that a little part of me
Could come out of you again
And could stare at you with
Eyes that are really mine
There is but one thing I ask
One thing I ask before
I pass into the dirt
That you come into the room
And put your legs over my life
And take my life inside
So that a little part of me
Could come out of you again
And could stare at you with
Eyes that are really mine
Pain 02/?/00
A legging leopard leapt
And clawed and licked and fucked
And soaked up all the sun
Just like a sponge
And then she bit my lips off
With a kiss
Because she knew that I could
Talk just with my eys
And clawed and licked and fucked
And soaked up all the sun
Just like a sponge
And then she bit my lips off
With a kiss
Because she knew that I could
Talk just with my eys
Exquisite 02/?/00
I am not allowed to touch
the rock that I must roll
forever and a day and
watch it slowly make its
way between two hills
before resting softly in
their U.
the rock that I must roll
forever and a day and
watch it slowly make its
way between two hills
before resting softly in
their U.
Sacrifice: The Surface Of Salvation Or The Unwilling God's Lament (02/?/93)
I'll see you at the other end
My coat of arms pinned on my back
It is my history my place
My destiny my face
My coat of arms is not just black
And white it's also red
I'll do you on the other side
My t-shirt is my shroud
These letters piled letters
I shall send will be so loud
They will sink without a trace
But you will hear those silent
Symphonies when I sing them to your face
I'll be there at the other end
When you rise up from the depths
The bubbles streaming quiet screaming
From your birthing soul
As you reach and suck
The air of life from my
Enormous iron lung and
I'll hover here forever to
See your open eyes at
The surface of my sea
Which I will have cried for you
My coat of arms pinned on my back
It is my history my place
My destiny my face
My coat of arms is not just black
And white it's also red
I'll do you on the other side
My t-shirt is my shroud
These letters piled letters
I shall send will be so loud
They will sink without a trace
But you will hear those silent
Symphonies when I sing them to your face
I'll be there at the other end
When you rise up from the depths
The bubbles streaming quiet screaming
From your birthing soul
As you reach and suck
The air of life from my
Enormous iron lung and
I'll hover here forever to
See your open eyes at
The surface of my sea
Which I will have cried for you
Hello My Old Companion 02/?/93
Hello my old companion
My friendly evil twin
My rival my survivor
My no incest sister sin
Put a skull around us and
We would make a brain
My beauty which I've always doubted
Is now so great that it astounds
The spill off from your own has
Carved me huge
Your beauty which you've always had
Was at once your curse and pride
It smooths the corners of buildings
It opens doors
But why? Why you say.
To feel your fingers on the handle
To turn it to the right
Would be nice instead of looking at
It from your chest and see it burst in
In in so wide
Hello again my ancient baby
My child is in my womb
You sprang from my head
You sprang from my head
And I came with you
We were both fully formed
You could kiss me to the cross
I could carry you so far
You could fuck me at the stake
A miracle a miracle
Here he is she has been born
Moses dropped the tablets because he
Saw your waist bent slightly to the
Right
And you, you have waited since the fall
You have even died a little death here and
There to remind yourself that I
Shall be the one to lick you with
The blade and watch in the mirror
As my head grows in its place we
Have been carved
My friendly evil twin
My rival my survivor
My no incest sister sin
Put a skull around us and
We would make a brain
My beauty which I've always doubted
Is now so great that it astounds
The spill off from your own has
Carved me huge
Your beauty which you've always had
Was at once your curse and pride
It smooths the corners of buildings
It opens doors
But why? Why you say.
To feel your fingers on the handle
To turn it to the right
Would be nice instead of looking at
It from your chest and see it burst in
In in so wide
Hello again my ancient baby
My child is in my womb
You sprang from my head
You sprang from my head
And I came with you
We were both fully formed
You could kiss me to the cross
I could carry you so far
You could fuck me at the stake
A miracle a miracle
Here he is she has been born
Moses dropped the tablets because he
Saw your waist bent slightly to the
Right
And you, you have waited since the fall
You have even died a little death here and
There to remind yourself that I
Shall be the one to lick you with
The blade and watch in the mirror
As my head grows in its place we
Have been carved
Your Heart Is Colder Than My Own I Think 02/?/93
Your heart is colder than my own I think
Somehow somehow somehow
But mine is older older older
Older than the cold
And you with your trellis of a body
Pricked with thorns but never scarred
Nestled up against that wall to deny
That the roots of your roses are
Really in the ground not up so high
A twisting turn of pleasure
An erotic hyper tense
A space of roses frozen
A thorn upon a lake makes
A scratch that is invisible from
Your knee on up up up
It's a scar upon the trellis
A scratch upon the plane
Which dissolves and then absolves
You are unscathed again
Sometimes your breasts are heavy
Sometimes they don't exist
Sometimes they're connected to your sight
Sometimes sometimes sometimes
Always there's the three
The triangle in the trellis
The corners of the globe
Which fold back and out and up
To reveal a pulsing stone
It's older than my heart which is
Older than the cold
And as it pulses it grows younger
The hunger hunger hunger hunger
Spills onto the stone
It lays there for an instant til
The next shudder the next pules
Then it lifts off in a cloud of steam
An evaporated eon
An ancient glow of time
This latticework this trellis
Has holes and spots to grip
And the roses slide right through
There is one vine one lengthy vine
You can see it once you try
It blooms up on the left your shoulder
And winds its way around your neck
And under your left arm and across
Your breasts which at this moment are
Connected to your eyes and slides back
Around your spine and once again it
Comes out from the tip of one thorn
Hovers o'er the place from where food first
Arrived and then it circles that volcanic
Spot and curls itself three times and the
Thorns do not get in each others way and they
Drink from the mist that rises up and up
From the evaporating time
Somehow somehow somehow
But mine is older older older
Older than the cold
And you with your trellis of a body
Pricked with thorns but never scarred
Nestled up against that wall to deny
That the roots of your roses are
Really in the ground not up so high
A twisting turn of pleasure
An erotic hyper tense
A space of roses frozen
A thorn upon a lake makes
A scratch that is invisible from
Your knee on up up up
It's a scar upon the trellis
A scratch upon the plane
Which dissolves and then absolves
You are unscathed again
Sometimes your breasts are heavy
Sometimes they don't exist
Sometimes they're connected to your sight
Sometimes sometimes sometimes
Always there's the three
The triangle in the trellis
The corners of the globe
Which fold back and out and up
To reveal a pulsing stone
It's older than my heart which is
Older than the cold
And as it pulses it grows younger
The hunger hunger hunger hunger
Spills onto the stone
It lays there for an instant til
The next shudder the next pules
Then it lifts off in a cloud of steam
An evaporated eon
An ancient glow of time
This latticework this trellis
Has holes and spots to grip
And the roses slide right through
There is one vine one lengthy vine
You can see it once you try
It blooms up on the left your shoulder
And winds its way around your neck
And under your left arm and across
Your breasts which at this moment are
Connected to your eyes and slides back
Around your spine and once again it
Comes out from the tip of one thorn
Hovers o'er the place from where food first
Arrived and then it circles that volcanic
Spot and curls itself three times and the
Thorns do not get in each others way and they
Drink from the mist that rises up and up
From the evaporating time
Mostly Stares Are Full Of Noise 02/?/93
Mostly stares are full of noise
Static prickling round
But this was a laconic stare
It didn't make a sound
Two points of the body
From which open folds and folds
Specks expanding smaller still
Til a silence rises bold
Gold and gold more luscious gold
Secret legend never told
This should be enough
This secret silent gaze
This sonic and laconic shock
This cold remorseless blaze
It it's not then what will be?
Do I settle for the sky?
Can't you hear this nothing
Streaming from my charcoal eyes?
Quiet quiet sighs
Quiet quiet sighs
These should be enough
These should be enough
These quiet quiet sighs
Between our laconic sonic eyes
Static prickling round
But this was a laconic stare
It didn't make a sound
Two points of the body
From which open folds and folds
Specks expanding smaller still
Til a silence rises bold
Gold and gold more luscious gold
Secret legend never told
This should be enough
This secret silent gaze
This sonic and laconic shock
This cold remorseless blaze
It it's not then what will be?
Do I settle for the sky?
Can't you hear this nothing
Streaming from my charcoal eyes?
Quiet quiet sighs
Quiet quiet sighs
These should be enough
These should be enough
These quiet quiet sighs
Between our laconic sonic eyes
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