February 2010
29 posts
Mom! I Can't Tell You Where I'm Going!
I want some movie-type romance in my life.
I want this girl from some other state
To come along and absolutely save me.
Pop-punk songs are all about this road trip
I’m planning to take because, you know
There isn’t much of anything better to do.
I want a reason to live in my car for
Just a few weeks until I make it to her.
Girls around here are way too thin.
Their torn...
January 2010
18 posts
The Very Unfortunate Task of Coaching You Through...
It just felt right- me and you at Blockbuster doing 2 at a time.
This was our movie pass and open window summer.
It just felt nice- canceling and leaving our friends behind.
My room smelled like supermarket air freshener.
But it smells fine- the artificial wafts of fresh pine.
You let me smoke. You still held my tarry hands
All through the night- while we danced under blue lights.
No matter...
10,000 Feet in Gum pt.2
So go and go and run your way home
Over the cracks and around telephone polls.
But darling, darling please watch your feet-
Watch the way you smile and the way you eat
Chew and chew with your mouth wide open
Pretty soon you’re alone. What to do then?
What will you do with the gum on your shoes?
Freeze it, scrape it, and pry it loose?
This is the city, not some small town.
We have...
10,000 Feet in Gum pt.1
Have you ever wondered about the sidewalk? As you go from where you were to where you’re parked…look down at all the cracks and spots…what do you think happens to gum after 10,000 stomps? More to follow but for now…remember to watch your feet and to always look down.
Big-Head Mode
Press {Y, B, A, X} during the match-up screen, but not after tip-off.
:Sigh: I think somehow I ended up on big-head mode, permanently.
Now instead of breathing right, I am heating up my turbo.
Clinton can’t play any D since the net looks 10-feet wide to me.
Oh no. What physics? Don’t you know I’ll dunk from anywhere!
Montross, Kidd, and Hill are just mere rookies with no...
Cool Through Being
The only person with a severe allergy to
house-party fun.
The only person who needs Through Being Cool to
help him break up.
That was just some dirty introduction
That was just porno before graduation
You are the rhyme scheme you assign to yourself
You are words that glow and a breath that’s held
And maybe you’ve got no rhyme scheme at all
Maybe you’re just a few...
Bunco is Happening at my House
A man from the future wrote an album about New Jersey
What an insane first line to begin any piece.
The doctor teaching Classic British Literature
Tells me Keats was shit until Keats couldn’t see.
I corrected him with a razor blade hand raise,
“Keats wasn’t blind, just dead before his time.
At 25, and with a mystery mental sickness,
He had to go, unfortunately in Rome.
...
The Overman
I will first start off by letting you know that I never understand philosophy books. As much as I want to be able to, I lack the formal training. I have tried to read Paradise Lost exactly twice. The third time’s a charm. To me, a literary experience involves reading the instructions that come with the Batman Returns game for Game Gear. I don’t like watching other people kiss,...
I Think McGovern Can Lock Up the Mental Health...
They say that tweed is very in this year…at least that’s what I read. An arm goes flying from the back of the bus…and lands right in my seat. My morning paper is soaked and stuck…now how will I know? How will I know if my vote did count?…How will I know highs and lows? They say that music is very in this year…at least that’s what I read. A woman pays the...
Adorkable Pt. 1
“It’s all just Adorkable …the way he starts off every sentence
With old WWF character lines…or an obscure movie reference.
It’s all just Adorkable…how he gets so into Freaks and Geeks
The way his glasses slide on his face…the way his iPod repeats.
And he likes vinyl and I like vinyl and we both sweat Peter Gabriel
The other day he made the bar’s...
My Dog Thinks He's People
She said…my father’s at the bar again…but I rented us Godard’s Weekend …and I don’t care if you think it’s over our heads…it’ll be the perfect background to our sex.
You’re better and you’re good enough to take me where I’m going from where I was …and I believe when we bury the dead, it’s you and me with dirt in...
Drip...Drop...Pothole
There’s a salty street and I can’t see out of my unwashed windows
I drive by and remember the time trampolining your backyard
And what you said when I saw you again after your stay in France
Made me know it was time to go…never would I bounce again
Pull down my cap the time before last and you ride your bike away
I don’t mind driving blind…washer fluid frozen. I...
Parlay Parrot pt2.
She brags to me about running…using her miles up like gasoline…
She tells me, “buy this jacket ..it’ll make you look like James Dean.”
Woody Allen isn’t behind our TV, directing every scene…
She brags to me about breakfast…and how I’m in bad health.
“Christ you’re a dusty cereal box…lost in the shuffle of the...
Parlay Parrot
There’s a girl sitting next to me…she’s a poet dressed in fur. She quotes all the old English ladies ..and I wish I could dismiss her. I’d say goodbye to her beret and tie…tell her she’s not a Factory girl. I’d say goodbye to her leggings and smile…tell her she’s not Goldie Hawn. “Tonight, tonight” is her favorite song…she...
Bearded.
Winter makes my fingers crack over my bass guitar…I got blood on the fretboard and skin on the strings…going all out at some show at some bar. My pants got ripped when I fell off of the stage…Shocked and straightened by beer on my microphone…but at least we upheld our end and got paid. I should have went to college or at least learned some trade…but we all know that...
July
She had July stuck to her skin
She had July sprayed on her neck…
And as the paint dried on my summer house
I noticed a hint of July-sky red.
A simple spot of burn
On a simple girl’s head.
July’s boardwalks lead to
July’s open-window nights.
The salt air and water closes
The wounds winter opens again.
My old fashioned kitchen
And my old fashioned books
Are the...
Late Night on Demand
Nothing ever really rhymes…just some trick that language plays on you. No more games. Did I ever tell you about the time I spent my Friday night on top of the Pharaoh’s Fury at the town carnival? Did I ever tell you how I burned my house down making a cookie cake? Did you ever wonder whose kitchen Bruce is in on the cover of Darkness on the Edge of Town? I made it from the roof of the...
60 seconds turned out to be 10 seconds too long...
…I lost the first ten seconds of every minute I’d ever been privileged to live …I added them all together and gave them away…I only need 50 seconds per minute to get my point across..
…I missed out on opening credits and introductions…high school dances and adult social functions…I missed chunks of their set list and some gift giving on...