zigging and zagging

"If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing."

Yuck.

SUN. YUCK. WHAT THE FUCK.
GOTTA GOTTA GET THE HELL
BACK ON THE ROAD TO AS
FAR WEST AS I CAN POSSIBLY
BE. GOD DAMN YOUR WEEK-
END PLANS JUST HURRY HOM
E TO ME. CANT WAIT TO TAP
MY BRAINS. CANT WAIT TO
SHUT UP AND GET OUT AND
IMAGINE THAT I'LL NEVER
COME BACK. CANT WAIT TO
TURN IT ALL OFF AND MESS
ABOUT LIKE HAIR THAT'S
BEEN FOOLIN AROUND WITH
PROMISCUOUS PILLOWS.
BE IT. ONLY IT. ALL OF IT.

If by avoiding the confines of connectivity to those conceptual constructs created to suppress even those whose job description includes undermining the rest who continually remain oppressed, can we tangle our limbs in long branches of operatic influence to move the immobile masses to century old mindset lives when even the slightest notch in a barricade, if cut wrong, could let fall the efforts of all those involved, creating, collecting, and concluding the times of financial adversary, we do as we want for the reward of collective success. To live as all, as wel, as one tonal wave audible to all but all too incomprehensible until the frivolity of contemporary life sprouts in the waste left out in the cold of contempt. Soon to raise symbols to pedestals, soon to raise soot structures, and soil the cotton comforts of equally existing men. Blown across rot-scapes post-life of the earth. Shrugged off of bold mountainous shoulders, discarding the jacket walking into the warmth. Skin revisiting sun lightened sky (and you), fresh air seeing through pores of earth animals. Shed the armour, the chemical corrosion, the trillion cubic ton urban cave protecting us from nature. We're afraid to die.

Lost in last chance to see,
the cost my head stuck in
sand showering the sleep
off my back handed remarks.
Too much disrespect for
each glass of water that
I drink the words others
till my eyes drop ten pounds
and I die.
First, strive to summarize and
run away if it doesn't work
out by the time you reach
attempt number fifteen.
Fuck it, everything ends anyway,
you corrected me on that one,
there's three more L's, I forgot
to write them down.

December 27th, 2010

Will it last? You'll be here by
the time I return? Yes, and forget the
cracks in the land between us, remember
that transformation is chaotic and
when you were young, because fear was
only an afterthought. It's all gotta
break, some pistachio shells, you know?
Lets just keep it that way.
Prying fingernail persistence. It all
has to break because it doesn't work when
you leap that way, landing flat slap of momentary
steel against steel, gut rocket breath
and we'd always be fighting for air.
Break it yourself, shift, I've been
broken for a while, but I tiled a walkway to
my center and you've been walking it
ever since.

October 6th, 2010

It's nice to be back. I was seeing
things the first time we met, black
engine oil shadows bunched up
under your eyebrow cliffs, ledges
that I leapt from time and time again.
Mystery book of skin pages, it's
hard to read you in the dark, it's harder
since I'm out of stock.
I've been diving since I arrived.
Did you notice? We're no closer
to a beginning than when we started
this mess. Lets just keep it that way.
It's a story that can't be told enough.
A fire that keeps the coils warmed while
they close. Another set of brushed
teeth together, check between your sheets
after I leave, that's where you'll find me.

June 1st, 2010

Hi, I'm sorry it took so long.
It's just that... there's gravel stuck
in the palms of my hands and
a cut on my knee because I fell
off a thunder cloud, got tangled
in the vines of a time when I
couldn't make up my mind...
I don't believe in love anymore,
lets just keep it that way.
…and along came a long
amount of something I did,
though I'm not sure what, slipped
down the slide of hours with
your vibrations reflecting through
the bat filled caves tunneled through
my head (though they're only props)
and landed here beside you.

Conve

the bubble is more like an egg...
"why?" you'll ask.
and the only thing I'll be able to come up with is that some day we can be scrambled together, smooth turning lumpy but oddly more delicious, maybe it's the consistency or the fact that condiments
will compliment us better that way...
It's a long long way down the road. Also, eggs usually
last a little bit longer than bubbles.
Don't think too hard about it.