Friday


Can’t say I miss the
Way you licked my
    Scars
Can’t say I miss
The way you
Pulled my hair
With the beast
Inside
Ready to yell
I don’t think you
Truly got a taste
Can’t say I miss
Your love
For I was dead
For centuries
When you were
Around and I
Did nothing
To you man
But give my love
Can’t say I
miss you
anymore




 An unparalleled confession
  Down on my knees
  Begging and yelling
PLEASE
PLEASE
please
Settle down to taste the sun
As I melt into the background
Nothing to hold me anymore
Nothing to take hold of
   An unparalleled feeling
I laugh as they lay my body
To rest and he is there
Standing over me


As beautiful as the city sidewalk
                              Covered in rain
Love hides around every corner




I have never felt 
so empty in my
goddamn life
I have swallowed 
the seas I have licked
The full moon
Take these hands
and let me feel what’s
Real, I can’t 
take it anymore
living in the shadows 
for 
most of this life
i am ready for 
something
new 

Fast As You Can - Fiona Apple - 10/28/2017




Find us at the bottom
Where we find comfort
In the dark corners
  Crawl up the walls
To come back down
   a place we call home



no competition 
love is love 
and nothing 
compares to his
or hers
i can't quite
place a finger
on it 
   all i know is
love is love
and the way
he loved me 
can't compare 
to the love we 
share
we hold in the
dawn's rain

this love isn't
like anything 
i've ever felt
   touched 
kissed .....

love is love
but don't make
me compare 



it doesn't matter if the sun is round
it can't matter when the cows are
milked, the farm is under
construction- DON'T COME IN




poem

In a weird way
I fall in love
With every
   Man
With every
   W o m a n
I lay eyes on
Licking my lips
Thinking about
Their taste
This light
Won’t go out
As long as
I have 
these  eyes




Knocking down the
Pile of skulls
   Rattle the dead bones
The bones, the color
Of bones,
The color of her eyes
Nothing feels closer
       Than the
Ghost in this
    Room when
I stand in between



Peeling this skin
   Back
Layer by layer
Bones and all
EXPOSED
Touching what
Feels real
When everything
That exists 
      is fake

one lonely flower

shining, standing tall
but no one to share this
beauty with

every morning, the sunrise
every night, the sunset

no one to watch with
no one to love with

one lonely flower
shining, standing tall

but no one to share this
beautiful life with 

I want to scream
I want to scream
I want to scream
..... 
Ripping down our walls
Taking the dog out
While you turn sour and sore
Killing me with your
Mean words and the sins
Afraid of not being your
Friend, when you wanted
To throw this heart to
The moon, I still held on
Silly me, silly me, silly me
Grab the knife and just kill
Me
Why don’t you





burn

Open up her soul
Start the fire
     When she howls
     When she HOWLS
Watch it burn
Her body, exposed
Love lived here
  Years ago
Now a fire burning
Destroying her walls
As he stands and watches 
It burns, it burns, it burns
Nothing left to show



as my osseous
heart
     slowly sinks
to oblivion
seventy nuns
take my dreams
  and hoard them
letting them rot
       and smell
as June Bugs
create a Hell
an inlet
for all North American
Bugs
 a Pail full of tears, i've been
carrying around
for fucking years-
it's time to
let the summer soak
and the mosquitoes
    moan
as i gaze three
alligators
make way



i wish i was dead
i'd have more friends.




      Graceful with her words
 But nothing to follow
As I fall down, I need her to
Lift me but nothing around
    Just silence and holes
    In my soul
    


killing time 

Ominous streets
    Change your name
 For a nickel
 nothing wrong
       With that, such a beautiful
       Waste. Dark and grim
       With thorns sticking out
      don't mess with the 
elegant stress of life and death

(poem)


Feeling (almost) naked
With thoughts and
      Bones (bare)
Glued to the wall
   The same wall
Where (sheepskin) hangs
Hang my head on the
Shelf (with) books
                       And things

               


CLOVES - Better Now - 7/26/2018 - Paste Studios - New York, NY

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Even with my empty mind
 He knows what’s right,
His brown eyes
    Making love to  my
Thoughts, playing music
      For my bleak mind 
He knows how to keep
This dead soul alive
And I love him all the
Way through my toes


fireless fire

Neutral eyes
    Our minds
Intertwined
Orange red
    Exposed in the
Summer’s Wind
    A desolate place
To make love
 Lunar stars in a treeless
World
Hold my heart because
It feels empty
  Lately



Wipe the blush off your cheeks
  Your lips, a porcelain grey
   Hiding your tongue behind
Dancing teeth will only get you
Numb man





Her coral colored eyes
  Speaking the truth
Which makes January cold
   The color of snow,
Obsolete roads leading
The endless
         Scarlet heat



pain relief


I can’t help
But shake when I hear
His voice
     Something holding me
High, like hooks in my back
A shelf for all the books
When he breathes my
          Heart stops
And the blood rushes out
          My teeth


warm water 

Silence kills the ones
                 Who think
Deep - 
     D e e p e r        than
A hole in the cemetery
     Floor
     She takes her
        Secrets and 
buries them 
before the show every
W  E D N E S D A Y 
     


poem

The way she moves
   Like a sea with no salt
A flower with no petals


sharp knives

Running off a mountain
     Just to feel the wind
          In between these
                 Arms
A place where you
Used to hide
Now an empty ocean
No one knows where to
Lie anymore
       I used to take the words
       I used to take the pain
But finally my eyes
Shattered
And I couldn’t find
              My breath
With a needle to my
              Head
A gun to the ground
    Hold my heart up
             And set fire
        To the holes in
My head



SaberTooth 

All my teeth
    Are falling out my head
    Words don’t mean a thing
When the lights can’t dance
Or the music doesn’t play
It’s not polite you make my
Teeth itch after midnight 
When the moon reflects the 
future and the sky eats 
    my eyes.

Wednesday


Japanese Jazz 

don't waste your 
time with a dead bee
all it will bring you 
is misery
and lost love

the same place
i found my heart
seven years ago
today

with blood pouring out
   fear only the 
time taken from 
you 

midnight sky

and ruby eyes
shimmer in 
the light
of a crescent moon

as i take my last
breath 

Tuesday





    i walk bare footed
into September 
to forget about this 
HELL you've created

   i thought love really
mattered to you
i thought the skin 
on your arms was the
       skin 
that covers me

    late at night when
no one else wants to

took time, 
   took years 
(almost ten)
    to realize my love
is worth more than 
the effort you 
did not put in

eyes full of tears

   because i am finally free
i am finally happy

i am back to me 


Sunday


free like the sea
with you by my side

the sound of the 
Moon 

       climbing through 
       our sky 

beating down on 
the two of us

take my hand 
if you see my soul 

laughing teeth showing
as the birds cry as the 
children dance
    
    we have to remind ourselves

together we are home 
      time doesn't survive  here

late to our own love
    but i couldn't be 
                happier

   





thief of the sun
everything we are
everything we were

taking a toll on this
soul 

reason with the night
to find yourself
drowning in the River

before this 
there was  nothing

when you knock 
they can't hear

fabric of this 
soul moving with 
the forest's wind

standing with a 
heart in hand

  weave through
time to find 

reality 
even in the dark 
  ...weekend vibes



learning how planets love
the stars

i make my way to Jupiter
    just to find my heart 
again

growing in the heat
growing in the heat
    
   lay my feet down strong
for roots to grow 

lay me down 

stronger than the Moon
on Earth

a sight no one has seen
   the color of Pluto

the sea that washes 
 away the demons

  when the rings of 
Saturn bring me 
home

    i know 

i will be with you
again 

where this soul 
             should be 



the smell of pine
 that drips 
from the forest floor
that brings us 
together

surrender the  fear
of the    sunlight

let the river water
bring you home
feel the dark wind

on your skin
as   
   
    the shadows
of trees 

dance into the
night 




i said

  i must confess
   i must confess
    i must confess

.....
the blood that drips
from this wound

   copper

tastes like the
sun on a bad day
mixed with 
   the fire 
that burned 
    your house 


i cannot take 
the noise 
inside my brain

you see when 
rain pours down
on me 
all i can hear
is
the 
  white
     noise


Thursday


poem

i would go to the red barn 
   just before dawn
to throw out
my anger and let the 
  breeze take 
     my eyes
linger
down


d
 o
  w
    n

to the sky my mouth touches, licks
as the dark and coppery clouds roll by
in and o u t 

           in and
o u t  

Tuesday

Fiona Apple - Fetch The Bolt Cutters (Official Audio)




take the taste of my soul
  boil it with the sound of
the Moon and here 
is your creature of
.
.
.
the
night

realizing 
love 
left when day
turned to night
    when the stars fell
from the black 
sky
only to set fire 
to our 
seas

Fiona Apple - Newspaper (Official Audio)


bleeding out red blood
scatter this body over
the morning sunrise

blood drips from 
  the 
        blazing amber sun

with bugs in my 
      eyes and feelings 
on the floor 
i cannot tell who is 
human anymore



devour her grace 
touch   her elegance

saturated in bare fate
diluting the taste 
               with a rose
                        aroma

harvest her mute heart and 
     touch her plump lips

the perforated shore
   eats at our toes again
   while we watch 
the tart 
   sun 
   set

composer of a vibrant 
  summer 
collect her
fate  and melancholy
smile
shiver every time
she walks by

what the human loves
   bare and desolate

harvest her transparent
    heart before 
    morning wakes

leather chest lover
screaming to the Saints
streets       covered in
December's      snow 

Fiona Apple - Not About Love (Official Video)

Monday

take this body 

soul and all

     poke my brain 

     with a feather

     to help erase

memories 

that pour out 

uncontrollably 

 

flowers fall

the moon is full of love and i'm scared again


nothing but the ceiling 

    moves

her voice shines in the

       moonlight 


shake my bones
let my teeth 
      dangle 
touching the ocean floor
life seems OK      from
   t his          angle




Wednesday


nimble angels of the black
night come to dance
with me to the moon
coyotes haggard fangs show
sucking all the roses dry
  all the white roses
child of the winter
wrap your arms around her
tight
holding on to the only
thing that matters
that makes sense on this
midnight ship
  the creamy amber moon
rises as the
    ship drops anchor
men hold up the stars
         which fill
        the sky oh so bright
a nice shade of gold 
and as she looks at me
her eyes glisten with
such
      might 
men of the spring war
home
sing sweet suicides
to their wives and
children to be
only for a moment
    the blood from
your mother
found smeared across the Red
      Sea
screaming sweet lullabies to the night
watching Queens drown their goats and
throwing their prayers in the River by the
     House

a dollar doesn't mean a damn thing
if you ain't ready for
anything
        he said

she asks of him
to bury her fingers
in the library
  a place where
she loved to be
  asks of him to take
her tongue out to sea
for the salt in the air lifted her spirits
  she asked of him once
       if she passed
to bury her mouth in the
woods for she loved
the taste
 asked him to throw her soul
in the garden where
the brown sunflowers grow
  before she left this
world all she wanted of
       him was to bury her heart
in the mortuary
away from the graphite minds
  whom consumed her
whole in the real world


it's really hard to find
June Bugs in the middle
of Spring only because
the man hasn't cried
yet
hasn't shed his winter's
coat
webs from the May spiders
connect our minds
for ideas to lightly walk
across while Mondays
bring dinner flowers
with a back pocket
full of lies and missed
birthdays- let us set
this house on fire
for these memories don't
deserve a home
anymore

Monday

Joni Mitchell ~ Big Yellow Taxi + Both Sides Now (BBC - 1969)

from this morning's walk 


sitting in the middle
of this river 

the water 
  glides over my calves 
as i see my reflection 
make her way down stream

changing shapes 
    and
colors 
the refraction through
   tree limbs, leaves

    form and realities 
the water 
can tell the you 
the truth 

if you believe
in her

collecting rocks from 
the stream 

to tell stories 
 to my children 
when i make my 
             way back home