Saturday, July 24, 2010

Never To Be Continued


You've become a ghost to me
But you don't haunt me like you did.
You don't hurt me like I thought you would
I'm not a troubled kid
And I know you're alive
But I just not to me
I dragged you through the street that night
Such a selfish girl.
You were mine
Every minute or two.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

A Black Winged Angel In A Crushed Velvet Suit

A black winged angel
In a crushed velvet suit
Met me on the street
We met in cool pursuit
I saw his face in a crowd
A month later
I knew it was his
I knew it was anyone's
I knew he was my favorite.
So from across a city street
The black winged angel stared
Into his own fate
Into his own glare
Of the demons and the lawyers
Whatever toils within
Which keeps us apart
That keeps us in sin
So run run run
Dash across the road
You caught me speeding off in my car
To where, you'll never know.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Fighters never die


There's one reason
I always say
Walk, break a heel
Just remember the days
Where you couldn't eat
You couldn't sleep
And you prayed you
Would not dream
Just to feel
So put your sunglasses on
Never take them off
Turn the radio loud
Never get soft
He's down for the count
Brazilian fighters never die
They were raised in the jungle
They're much to proud
To ever lie.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Cherry

Pluck the cherry from your lips
Let the juice
Look like blood.
I didn't think it fair
To say your name
Or call you up
So I refrain
You're just around the corner
So I avoid
Everything.
It's always the same
And artist is
Always the same.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Part Of The Machine

I can see it now
Rushing through
What's for sale
The explosions in you veins
Curled up on the couch
Watch you disappear 
Limb by limb
Vile by vile
What does it take
To be visible
Sit behind the wheel
Turn left, turn right
The winding roads
The damp highway
I will never be the same 
Again
Light me up
Watch my body glow
I'm part of the machine
That can't repair me
Or fix this dare
The broken down hubcap
That I've become
Rusted 
On the side of the road.
Disassembled, vanquished,
Rendered useless.

Monday, July 12, 2010

I Can't Remember


I can't remember 
What was said.
What caused the circuitry
To short and fade.
I don't want you around here
I don't want to say your name
I threw out all your pictures
After a couple days
I can't help but worry
You've given up
What we'd built
For your spinning compass
And your cowardly ways
I wish you well
With your broken wrist
And your spilt coffee
Waiting for me
As you always do
As you always would.
You traded your talent
For what I can't understand
Maybe I was the dangerous one
That gave you all away.
Where the hell did you go?
You might as well have died
At your grandfather's funeral
You wear his coat
So well.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Waiting


Sometimes I feel like
I'm waiting for
Something
Someone
And I'm not quite sure
If it's someone else
Or if it's me.
But I wait
In constant motion
Like the good impatient
Girl I am
The silence never settles
And I crawl under the covers
I am singing in my head
Until I fall asleep
And wake up
To a different song.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Pintail Shark


The ocean is green.
It was never really blue.
I caught a shark once
It had a pin in it's tail.
I'll let it go.
I let go of everything.
I like to watch things leave.
And see the course they take.
An observer at the core.
Every sentence, word
And structure.
Detect the essence
Even if it doesn't want me.
Clarity is never as charming
As I want it to be.
But it helps sometimes.
To feel alone.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Pretty


What makes you feel pretty
Will only hide
The wounds, the cracks
From your inside.
So many detours
Exhausting at best
So put on your black shoes
And that pretty summer dress
Cut your hair
Watch it fall on the floor
I've been dreaming for days
I've been dreaming of more
There's nothing wrong
With being alone
Except when you say it
With that heavyundertone
So dramatic, so thin
I'm losing pound for pound
Broken vein, broken bones
Dig my heels into the ground.
I don't feel pretty
But I like to hide.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Motorcycle Poetry

I started breaking bones
The day I left home
Going coast to coast
Making the most of most
You took me on a race
Through faster time and space
I want to break your bones
And never call you home
Motorcycle poetry
You and I were meant to be
But there's one thing we agree
Speed and motion
Let's get free

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Let sleeping dogs lie
There's no need to wake.
So many times
So many nights.
Pull the covers over.
Turn out the light.
Close the door.
And drive away.
Like so many lovers.
I don't want a fight.
I'm smarter than that.
To stir up old wounds
That weren't even mine.
It had nothing to do with me.
So I creep out the door.
But leave it unlocked.
For someone else
To stumble in.
Maybe their wounds
Will be your wounds
And you can share a secret.
And you can share scars.
Who hurt who more?
Because this time.
You'll be happy.
A passer-by, a witness,
A spectator.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Trigger


On the grass.
I talk to the girl from last year.
She had straight lines on her face.
She didn't care.
I lay here on the bed.
My heart about to choke.
I don't read your broken letters.
I don't know your words.
They've all run me dry.
I hide every image you write.
You think it's about you.
It's not.
You don't listen.
You don't read.
Broken wrist.
I could have been anyone.
To you
I am the streetcar, the busted track.
I'm taking a break, a hiatus.
Forced.
Because I want the trigger
I want the hunger back.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Clouds Through Powerlines


The clouds through the power lines
Organic verses linear.
The shapes climb through each vein of the tower.
The hawk is hovering just above the wires.
It floats effortlessly.
No gravity.
Then it falls
Dead weight, just to eat.
Prey

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Wires


There's wire at my feet.
And a ghost at the door.
It woke me right up.
It got me to the floor.
And I'm smiling
Just to breathe.
What a wicked grin.
I'm shaking, I'm free
I just want to go back to in.
Tired, aggressive,
impeached.