the senses overloaded
our times are exploded
my mind is imploded
your visions of politics --
duly noted
decrease my ascension
yet another intention
the times of prevention
they're over, another menschen
the junction, no function
panties all un-bunchin'
my senses, such irk
though I know you're a jerk
call me visionary
mouths all therey
all touches are rough
so tough you're almost scary
give us the wheel
no need to feel
tell me you're meek
but all I see is weak-ness
over and done
but I finally think
this war may be won
les pauvres cœurs
Thursday, April 17, 2008
I found I wanted to eat your heart out
I drowned in the atlantic
something I don't care to omit
fresh beating hearts --
oh you want poetry --
let me give you poetry by the mouthful in plainest English I know --
Silence silenced -- silenced silence
something I don't care to omit
fresh beating hearts --
oh you want poetry --
let me give you poetry by the mouthful in plainest English I know --
Silence silenced -- silenced silence
Boys are Dumb -- desire
I desire...?
back beat dark alley jazz/I am channelling Amsterdam and secreted thigh touches
--yes veebs is in the bathroom--
the badzimmer
but dutch
man both of you are blonde and its creeping me out
I desire touch down break down the bass touch fly touch/smoke and mirrors/the illusions of togetherness/
--yeah veebs went home to bed--
the moon is rising
I desire my ex in the reflection bdeside me/I am kickin on this beat/waiting for my moment to jam/but your lips are carrying me out that door before my chance even comes/I to my hostel and you to your hotel your girlfriend your wife your might as well be knife
If I had known them how we would end -- your cock -- never would've been touched -- you couldn't believe how I liked it rough -- secret weekend visits -- oh killer filler conversation -- finally figured out you didn't care anyway
I desire, no, require you to learn
you can't dress another girl
in Her clothes
that playtime equals passion
but passion doesn't always equal playtime.
back beat dark alley jazz/I am channelling Amsterdam and secreted thigh touches
--yes veebs is in the bathroom--
the badzimmer
but dutch
man both of you are blonde and its creeping me out
I desire touch down break down the bass touch fly touch/smoke and mirrors/the illusions of togetherness/
--yeah veebs went home to bed--
the moon is rising
I desire my ex in the reflection bdeside me/I am kickin on this beat/waiting for my moment to jam/but your lips are carrying me out that door before my chance even comes/I to my hostel and you to your hotel your girlfriend your wife your might as well be knife
If I had known them how we would end -- your cock -- never would've been touched -- you couldn't believe how I liked it rough -- secret weekend visits -- oh killer filler conversation -- finally figured out you didn't care anyway
I desire, no, require you to learn
you can't dress another girl
in Her clothes
that playtime equals passion
but passion doesn't always equal playtime.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
shouted word poem
simply defenestrated, dog -- crimson obsession -- molting cinnamon -- defenestrated aneurysm -- neurotic crest caressed malicious peach -- coleslaw? simply ubiquitous -- dreamers shoelace dreams -- nautical analog -- cohesive -- cohesive -- rainbow crest cheaters simply disastrous
raw
your tintinnabulation finds me caught
underwhelmed exhausted
seeming to have lost some battle of wills
what is this chess that you speak of
some easy metaphorical mask to sneak behind
I am neither pawn nor queen
I am landmines beneath the board
where you seek logic I place danger
and you say that you will not walk away from this game
but I am explosions in the sky
I am Shock
I am Awe
something is missing in the way
we crossed paths
I am guns
you are peace signs
there's flowers for this barrel
or there would be if they'd not been devoured
by the wolves
You are late-night laughter
I am the fear beneath it
either way, the sheets are pissed upon
in light or dark
it doesn't matter
I am ten paces at high noon
you are a stroll on the beach
I am defenestration
you are a safety net
puzzle pieces that do not fit.
so just git.
underwhelmed exhausted
seeming to have lost some battle of wills
what is this chess that you speak of
some easy metaphorical mask to sneak behind
I am neither pawn nor queen
I am landmines beneath the board
where you seek logic I place danger
and you say that you will not walk away from this game
but I am explosions in the sky
I am Shock
I am Awe
something is missing in the way
we crossed paths
I am guns
you are peace signs
there's flowers for this barrel
or there would be if they'd not been devoured
by the wolves
You are late-night laughter
I am the fear beneath it
either way, the sheets are pissed upon
in light or dark
it doesn't matter
I am ten paces at high noon
you are a stroll on the beach
I am defenestration
you are a safety net
puzzle pieces that do not fit.
so just git.
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