the old forms have been demolished, exploded
smashed to pieces by the jackhammer of innovation
but not entirely, they're still around, moving
slower in dishevelment, like a beggar at a train station...
let's push the envelope of language until it signifies
what? the newest poem, the unimagined utterance --
nothing more than the individual ego smashing like a sparrow
into the glass of tomorrow, crashing through...
bleeding words all over the floor, syllables puddling
at the feet of guests, vowels scurrying under the refrigerator,
nouns slithering into crevices, embarrassed... exposed...
happy with the freedom to disappear again and again
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Got Me
you got me
tossin' in my sleep
you got me
squirmin' in my seat
you got me
thinkin' thoughts
i can't repeat
can't repeat
can't repeat...
tossin' in my sleep
you got me
squirmin' in my seat
you got me
thinkin' thoughts
i can't repeat
can't repeat
can't repeat...
Well Acquainted
haunted by your memory
& tortured by your touch
try not to look too pretty
& i'll try not to stare too much
& tortured by your touch
try not to look too pretty
& i'll try not to stare too much
Time's Failure
my love is stronger
than anything that can pull us apart
i'll love you longer
than the calendar in my heart
than anything that can pull us apart
i'll love you longer
than the calendar in my heart
Imperfect
things could be different
only if we tried
i know i'm not perfect
but something inside
tells me
you are
you are
to me
only if we tried
i know i'm not perfect
but something inside
tells me
you are
you are
to me
Big Ol' Damaged Heart 2
My windshield might be a little cracked
and my engine stops and starts
But there's a plenty of room for you
in this big ol' damaged heart.
and my engine stops and starts
But there's a plenty of room for you
in this big ol' damaged heart.
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