the devil always carries change

ever wanted someone to just destroy you?

ever felt devastated by long-distance love or
disassociated
emails?

listening to sad songs
angry
crying
driving and yelling

all the fools
the assholes
this rage...

breaking glass thoughts
fire on the brain
cracking bones on display

this flesh is as weak
as this spirit is transparent

as the transmissions are lost
static is all that's left

Fame is a game and you are beautiful

why should I doubt anything you whisper to me
all of your breath on my neck seems true like kisses from relatives
like what confusing touches mean like thinking of a means to an end

shut up she says

off stage I hear violins shuffling strings heroic strokes
like lips strumming after mornings that you claim
you forgot


good night whispers and insufficient promises
she touches your face and thinks she is
lost looking at your flesh go blank

mornings of consistency fail to inspire you to kiss
girls you have never met
xoxo

simply not relevant
anymore

wax melted wings

it sounds like the bottle lead her to Christ
like crystals lead her to talks with angels

gem-like barlights shining like a revelation
inside a train station mind

she cried one more time as
words and songs and God failed her

dancing broken glass as her head collapsed
her eyewear bounced against the ground

her vision narrowing on sparkling shards
moving towards God in a bar

her heart stopped
whiskey soaked hands gripping a sticky table top

alone and no clarity offered by God or crystals or songs
just another folk singer in brown

just another forgotten strummer for the lovelorn
just another plastic visionary for the quarter bin

but some
still sing her songs

just
not her

This is something I found written in the back of a book.


July23,2001

They say you seem like someone
from a movie
thus they call you 'Lance'
with a tinged

swift switch of the eyes

lust love hate
flash

'You're humbler." he says
after telling you about
Genghis Khan's
righteous wrath
killing forty million

all said as a challenge

some people are mirrors
others see
two-dimensional versions
of themselves

counting
to none

I don't know what it means
but I like it

Savory Rose

she says you
speak unlike anyone
I know speaks
a beautiful sentence
and I know she
means it
she speaks with eyes and voice
and nervous
hands
a loved
but broken
idol
meaning

honey you are fucking
angry
young yeah
not
too late
never marry me
but for me
be a believer
listen

I was born in the seventies and lived

through the eighties

from groovy

to Reagan

VavAvoom.

she wrote me
the girl from the dating site
to say
she was a transvestite
did I mind
and even if so
can we still be friends
don't we have fun talking
and flirting on IM
fuck
was my first thought
dude
my second
went for a walk
slipped on a puddle
hit my head on the sidewalk
dazed for a second
out of focus
eyes focused finally
on a full Moon
stood up an walked
until I realized
I didn't know where I was
walking