have you ever watched a baby suck the last strength from a mother's heavy breast
have you ever denied that the mary image represents women in revelation
have you ever bought it that the world would be a better place if we all did our best
have you ever felt the need to save up money for your unborn baby's college education
have you ever raged with the black-hooded anarchists
have you ever cried with the abandoned orphan child
have you ever met the mother of your well-feared terrorist
have you ever ........ tried? .....oh well... never mind.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
wet explosions
they tell us we all want to explode real big
so we can be more
than just a splinter in the eye of time
how long does it take you to realize
you're the water that's supposed to be wine.
life is harder when you're sober
the going gets tough with all the water
in your shoes
and every day you read the news.
at twelve i knew i could bring peace
to the middle east
and that i would be invited to the funerals
of sir alec guiness and lady di
(who were by the way quite alive back then)
or that they would talk of me as
a 21st century marc chagall.
i was a professional athlete
back when i was two or ten.
but then i got afraid
that this would be too sweet
so right before the seven mile mark
with a sizable lead
i just let it loose.
(like all the two year olds fall behind)
and everyone read the news.
After Robert was shot and John John died
they told us you or i could be
the next Jackie of Monaco and Kennedy
there'd be lots of exciting amenities -
we might be sent to rehab once in a while
but we could still have the time of our lives
we'd be notorious though we ain't even
pretty - or cute
(it's the appeal of the deformation, maybe)
and every day we'd head the news.
we learned to say i love you
to strangers
as a part of growing up
we've been taught not to burp
(unless we're alone)
and if we deserve a pat on the back
we will call out for a massage instead
we talk about life
and we write about sadness
and we sing about feelings
but we don't have a clue.
The water in our shoes has turned ocean color blue.
and the teenagers claim that the blood
from their tiny scratches
tastes just like the wine that they never knew.
and every day we face the news:
there's a gun in your face and a gun in your back
my love, you're free to choose.
so we can be more
than just a splinter in the eye of time
how long does it take you to realize
you're the water that's supposed to be wine.
life is harder when you're sober
the going gets tough with all the water
in your shoes
and every day you read the news.
at twelve i knew i could bring peace
to the middle east
and that i would be invited to the funerals
of sir alec guiness and lady di
(who were by the way quite alive back then)
or that they would talk of me as
a 21st century marc chagall.
i was a professional athlete
back when i was two or ten.
but then i got afraid
that this would be too sweet
so right before the seven mile mark
with a sizable lead
i just let it loose.
(like all the two year olds fall behind)
and everyone read the news.
After Robert was shot and John John died
they told us you or i could be
the next Jackie of Monaco and Kennedy
there'd be lots of exciting amenities -
we might be sent to rehab once in a while
but we could still have the time of our lives
we'd be notorious though we ain't even
pretty - or cute
(it's the appeal of the deformation, maybe)
and every day we'd head the news.
we learned to say i love you
to strangers
as a part of growing up
we've been taught not to burp
(unless we're alone)
and if we deserve a pat on the back
we will call out for a massage instead
we talk about life
and we write about sadness
and we sing about feelings
but we don't have a clue.
The water in our shoes has turned ocean color blue.
and the teenagers claim that the blood
from their tiny scratches
tastes just like the wine that they never knew.
and every day we face the news:
there's a gun in your face and a gun in your back
my love, you're free to choose.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
i like company, i like the city and i like the air .
yet i spend my days in this dark place
cause i cannot bring myself to face
the urging flashlights of despair.
my mother cried, my brother sneered
when i showed my comfy coffin home.
when they failed in leaving me alone,
i closed the lid and disappeared .
this is where the magic happens, sweetheart
you'll be my princess of the night
my muddy pulseless pride and bride
i'll be the graveyard bodyguard.
yet i spend my days in this dark place
cause i cannot bring myself to face
the urging flashlights of despair.
my mother cried, my brother sneered
when i showed my comfy coffin home.
when they failed in leaving me alone,
i closed the lid and disappeared .
this is where the magic happens, sweetheart
you'll be my princess of the night
my muddy pulseless pride and bride
i'll be the graveyard bodyguard.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
hey please-
face your talent
waste your heart
ease up again
and shade some light.
be a friend to them
take a snapshot
with your tongue out
hug a streetlight
shout an unknown name
run into the teenage idol
kill a lame bug on the way
and please don't even
try to get there
choose to mind not
what they say.
stay blind,
live
digest
and fade the grey
waste your heart
ease up again
and shade some light.
be a friend to them
take a snapshot
with your tongue out
hug a streetlight
shout an unknown name
run into the teenage idol
kill a lame bug on the way
and please don't even
try to get there
choose to mind not
what they say.
stay blind,
live
digest
and fade the grey
are disturbed by your toy of choice and joy?
i worked as a room boy
just a while ago
i used to be greedy
and I used to be young,
you know.
as the backroom boy i was
i had to take the call girls' calls
and i was to let them in, too,
you know.
they broke my spine and broke my soul
they broke my lovely bones
i was a pretty broken boy-toy
when i was a room boy.
i was young and i was greedy
i got fucked cause you were needy
i got lost in disrespect
I sucked on strap-ons and neglect
I played it rude I played it coy
because i was a room boy
I know - my words make you want to
wash my mouth with soap and yours, too
but we both know
you flicked a greedy tongue at me
just a while ago
just a while ago
i used to be greedy
and I used to be young,
you know.
as the backroom boy i was
i had to take the call girls' calls
and i was to let them in, too,
you know.
they broke my spine and broke my soul
they broke my lovely bones
i was a pretty broken boy-toy
when i was a room boy.
i was young and i was greedy
i got fucked cause you were needy
i got lost in disrespect
I sucked on strap-ons and neglect
I played it rude I played it coy
because i was a room boy
I know - my words make you want to
wash my mouth with soap and yours, too
but we both know
you flicked a greedy tongue at me
just a while ago
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