Wednesday, October 19, 2011

why it seems vapid to
be widely read
i don't know why i made
that connection

oh my saccharine black
america i can never
be yours i must
die young i can't

imagine outlasting this one
immeasurable moment
would this small poem
mean more if i quoted

baudelaire i understand
the deep envy of sickness
24 hour sports networks
and the junkie sweetness

of suspended living but
i have always had a romance
with crowded marketplaces
and urban churchyards

i've yet to define an ideal

but how women lust for uncertainty

Monday, October 10, 2011

the problem with points
is that you can see them
miles away

and watching you stumble
like a clumsy child
to get there

makes me sick
why don't you just
set a balsa wood

merengue puppy dog
afire in the sierra nevadas
and they'd love you

because they couldn't
understand your goals
you always win

when no one else
knows how to play
but everyone wants to

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

J Mascis for President!
J Mascis for President!
What a strange dream at that

I just want to live inside a pop song

I finally have a little money ferretted away somewhere

I think I can move.

Come with me!

Let's feed the elephants