(Part III to A new song in America Series)
an old song
many reluctant voices
all in
harmony.
the voice
we hear
is our
fear.
an old song after
another.
We sing together,
a choir
of survivors.
We sing,
We must
We must
Yes –
but do we have too?
(Part III to A new song in America Series)
an old song
She was, is, was-
A bit of a,
Uh, umm-
(I have it written down somewhere)
see you next Tuesday or Thursday
Later.
As,
We, do -
the wave..
Goodbye.
Wave, wave.
Now surf-
It’s the latest-
The surfer stomp:
Dance-
It’s the latest
Craze
She was a bit,
Craze, craze
All the Rage.
Latest-
later-
All the Rage.
A fad.
Super sonic,
The S is for super-
Look up in the sky, it’s a bird it’s a plane…
She was a bit -
A tad -
A pinch -
Sugar and spice.
But,
She was a bit.
She was a bit much.
A bit
Ch ch ch ch
Turn and face the strange.
Why xwhyz?
Bit But Because:
"If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter."
she said.
[Before the whole cookie crumbles]
and the days feel like they are getting shorter,
and shorter
the light is dimming,
and the shadows
grow longer,
spreading
until it becomes the night
Turning down noble prizes like Jean Paul Sartre
The Christmas card
my mother gave me-
was
blank with the exception of my name
Had I been even slightly better lookin
I would have ended up
listenin to Hip Hop and learning Tagalog
I can not fly, without you,
but
refuse to fall
by myself
[Thought I'd expand my horizons-
I'd never dated a Persian girl before.]
You held on
and now sing this song
about how everything went wrong.
sing about the grief
but oh the relief
such relief
I want to write because...
1) the 17 year old still in me, is still trying so fucking hard to impress her.
2) Bukowski made personal truth seem more important than fitting in.
3) I'm sad.
4) I want to use poetry as bait, to land and fall in love with a girl whose mother and father loved her, and raised her to not be broken, maybe she'll let me in on the secret.
5) I never got tattoos in the 90 like a fucken idiot, and I wanna be interesting.
6) I want to join the Velvet Underground, are they still a thing.
7) I'm not the worst at it, or at least that's what it says on the box.
8) I forget what Eight was for.
9) I got a couple poems published, it was a treat to see the book in a Barnes and Noble, and when I die I will live on in those poems, and in those books like a ghost. I wanna fill it up with many ghosts to haunt that bitch, like the Haunted Mansion ride.
10) I can only really connect with you in art, I secretly don't like you.
{workin draft)
I’m on my way
You drew me a map and on it an x -
It
Marked the spot.
You buried me deep down-
Like a
Pirate.
Saving booty for
The shipwreck sailors
Holding limes for scurvy
(expand scurrvy to coded std on then a fuked up you cant give what yo dont have motif)
Peg legs to jam into square holes
And parrots who don’t feel like talking.
I know the map by heart
And I got a ship too
I follow the stars
I follow the tabloids
I follow you on the Gram
I know where I’m going
i know what im doing
My face tattoos suggest as much
Where I’m going
Is where you’ve been
Returning to the the scene of the
I would offer my condolence to men
who worshiip the
ground you walk on
But I've no love
for Landlbbbers?
and we set sail
at high tide
her
chest
has no old
her
chest is empty
empty chest
still beats without a
heart
Singing
Yo hoo Yo hoo hoo
Shots fired
saying
"The cannon balls on this guy"
leaving you on your knee
or fetal postion
crying
Arrrrrrrrrrr
skulll and bone
brain and fuck
numb and funny
skull and bone
skull numb and bone funny
We close our eyes-
It is cold ,
but we are looking for a moment
where the absence of light and color
reveals the world outside-
not the one
that only exists
inside our minds.
We are in a chilly darkness
where everything disappears
Invisible
atoms of air
enter you,
you exhale -
I breathe in
atoms
of air
In the invisible world the atoms
Connect
Share
Exchange
We know that tree is still there-
Right?
That there’s still a moon-
"Of course it is!"
That when I open my eyes you’ll still be
there-
She says "That’s down right Cartesian"
Cogito ergo sum baby
Cogito ergo sum
Don't do that
Think this
Think that
We don't use those words
You must be this
or else
I wont be that
You must be
Be exactly like me
We are not allowed to
say
do
think
Or else
Or else
Bitch Please,
it’s not my fault you can’t understand art,
nor
your
inability
to make it.