The Work Solution Makes The Common House A Home
literate and stylish.
kissable and quiet.
this is what dream boys are made of.
(i figure artsy/musical is just a given.and if he knows who kovacic is well he's just fucking something isn't he.)
i had a dream
that i stole cigarettes from
zach p. in a library
and ate them
they were thick and brown
and plump
they even tasted brown
and i woke up
wanting to breathe in ash
and crisp brown plant carcasses
wanting to ruin my lungs
and to make the rims smooth and black
i wanted to feel the itchy heat
at the back of my throat
to hold one of the
deathsticks
with only the
teeth and tongue and lips.
and to press
a spongey thick filter
against the tip of my tongue
dreams are becoming horriable influences on me
which is all right
because i'm staying up nights
staring at the ceiling and drifting into
halfdreams with my eyes still open.
the only sleep i get
is on the couch
or when someone talks to me
or after i've taken a walk
and written some exceptionally bad
teenage poetry.
which i will eventually force feed you. but not right now.
***
“They say that there’s some magic chords
That david played to please the lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The 3rd the 5th
The minor 4th
The major 6th
All rising in a broken hallelujah.”
for an atheist
there's sure a lot
of religious bullshit
lying around in here.
***
I got a new journal.
It’s black
And none of the colors inside match.
This one has all the direct facts
And I use names.
Everything is real
Everything has happened
And it’s hiding in my room
Waiting for someone to find it
And hurt me.
I had insomnia
So I went outside
Alone in the dark
Being cold is so strange
Your toes go numb first
But it’s a stinging numbness
And then the nose goes
And the ears
The eyes are watery and crying
For no reason
Pouring down your cheeks
And the eyelashes stiff and sticky and clumped
And your lungs burn with the fresh crisp of the air
You can’t get enough of this air
This is air that is clean
So clean
Everything is cleaner when you’re alone in the dark.
***
In the year 2005 I resolve to:
Bring back disco.
Get your resolution here
let's get funky bitch.
kissable and quiet.
this is what dream boys are made of.
(i figure artsy/musical is just a given.and if he knows who kovacic is well he's just fucking something isn't he.)
i had a dream
that i stole cigarettes from
zach p. in a library
and ate them
they were thick and brown
and plump
they even tasted brown
and i woke up
wanting to breathe in ash
and crisp brown plant carcasses
wanting to ruin my lungs
and to make the rims smooth and black
i wanted to feel the itchy heat
at the back of my throat
to hold one of the
deathsticks
with only the
teeth and tongue and lips.
and to press
a spongey thick filter
against the tip of my tongue
dreams are becoming horriable influences on me
which is all right
because i'm staying up nights
staring at the ceiling and drifting into
halfdreams with my eyes still open.
the only sleep i get
is on the couch
or when someone talks to me
or after i've taken a walk
and written some exceptionally bad
teenage poetry.
which i will eventually force feed you. but not right now.
***
“They say that there’s some magic chords
That david played to please the lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The 3rd the 5th
The minor 4th
The major 6th
All rising in a broken hallelujah.”
for an atheist
there's sure a lot
of religious bullshit
lying around in here.
***
I got a new journal.
It’s black
And none of the colors inside match.
This one has all the direct facts
And I use names.
Everything is real
Everything has happened
And it’s hiding in my room
Waiting for someone to find it
And hurt me.
I had insomnia
So I went outside
Alone in the dark
Being cold is so strange
Your toes go numb first
But it’s a stinging numbness
And then the nose goes
And the ears
The eyes are watery and crying
For no reason
Pouring down your cheeks
And the eyelashes stiff and sticky and clumped
And your lungs burn with the fresh crisp of the air
You can’t get enough of this air
This is air that is clean
So clean
Everything is cleaner when you’re alone in the dark.
***
In the year 2005 I resolve to:
Bring back disco.
Get your resolution here
let's get funky bitch.