prostitutes

the first few times you smoke cigarettes

you have to do it on your own

so nobody hears you cough

thanks Dan

oh i can't hear the blues and refuse to think of you

i can't hear a child cry and not ponder

not pore over invisible notes i scrawled to you a million times

i can't hear a sad song and keep myself from opening a personal history book

one with a million and one misspelled entries, jumbled all out of time

somewhere out of time a slide guitar keeps on

keeps on telling me what should have could have

monument

on the day of your birth:

these are the tales that your neighbors told

of your folks in the days of old. and all the ruin that they brought

oh a plague on that small town

how the news got around. quite a sight to see

all those dirty lips said all those silly things

your sister can never live it down

you mother cannot sew another stitch

they'd tramp around bar to bar, tongues out and dry, aching for a drop

turned away each time they were

soles of their shoes just had to wear through

all because those rotten tales

and all because of you

87.5%

she was straight out the fire

he'd been testing his footing for days

"i think this is what they call an ice berg" said the boy

"and it's just about to tip" she hissed and pushed off in that rowboat

Intro

The most terrifying thing possible is to be confronted with absolute truth, an image or a thought in broad daylight, indelible, it cannot be described as a result of its pure wrongness. To see something that cannot be reasoned or described away to oneself or any witnessing the revelation. Once one’s eyes are open this wide, it takes many years of being lied to in order to attain normalcy once again, then we must ask ourselves if this is the life we want to live. Such is the way of honest, unnatural madness.

tabularch

you don't understand the sort of recreation i need

put me down in a big gray field with a little brush in hand

send your dog my way, i'll teach her how to be- free of charge of course

send her back and she'll sit good but oh it makes you wonder

i'll be that other half

i'll crawl in your ear and pick at your ideas

pull, extract, degrade, confound

and this will be my song each day

until i choose to lay down or He takes me by the hand

vivitar

Browsing one day in the gallery and I come upon. Eyes turn green with jealousy, the untouched canvas is white and fresh but oh how it has been covered since we last spoke. Since we last walked together that canvas is filling, my smiling face slowly crowded out by multiple unknown assailants of nobody in particular's creation. what do to with such a large building yet standing in front of a single frame that represents a single dead season.