and sleep

don't delude yourself
behaving as though
something is at stake
in those little moments
when focus or
obsession
take hold

if the future is a place
we create
first with intention and
second with action
then strategy reigns
and effort is insect

stop
think
wait and plan and sleep
and sleep

made of tougher stuff

turns out she's made of
tougher stuff than i knew
existed

i had heard tell
of substances flame-retardant
and flourescent before

armor fit for re-entry
into volatile atmospheres
or swampy emotional murk

but nothing like
this ever shielded rasputin
or any of the risen dead

things tony taught me

remember when is the lowest
form of conversation
but still i envy
your nostalgia, and yours,
and yours, and theirs

my longing has
never been for the past
but for a thousand
unrealized futures

houdini's got nothing

I tried to speak to you this morning
there was nothing to convey
I’m going to have to go it alone today
another night with that fucking television
blathering away
I read two thirds of a book and
I have nothing to say - about
spending every moment isolated
until that great white someday
we need friends, conversations,
and dismal parades,
and real motherfucking
reasons to create,
so I celebrate my brain,
add chemical salts, deflate,
then start up first thing in the morning again.

a heart rather ripped

if I remember right,
fleetwood mac is one of
your anti-christs

even they are ringing louder
since I’ve been coasting
in this speedy wake

purified and sanctified, brothers
and sisters
it’s true
i’m her man
but you ain’t just a girl

I know love is a bad word;
four letters and all,
dozens of overlapping
uses and definitions

gordon and moore know
how to play it

“you won’t seduce me or attract me just ‘cause you’re a stray. It’s a perfect sin…”

“feel your wild heartbeat, lonely lover… your sweet lips on mine, like flowers and cream”