Massive poem dump.
Okay, so I was ridiculously high on addy last night and didn't sleep. Instead I stayed up all night writing. And I couldn't stop.
Hope you enjoy.
--
Land of the free
Cousins in my ear.
An episode of loathing
Spite the lies
spurn our hope -
that one day
We will all live blessed
and free are
the people of this fair country
bumpkins ode to the beautiful
Oh for spacious skies
and amber waves of grace
purple mountains magistrate
to fruitfully avoid
all hate
I won't live another day
if not by the American way
Live free or die trying
We are all equals.
That's all I'm buying
even if they won't be sold
Obama's in and fit to be mould.
Jackie O and President Kennedy
replaced by a brother and
his high-rolling first lady
Michelle and Barry
Can they make it work?
Tim Gunn seems to think so
though he's just going by the cut of a shirt.
Somewhere over the rainbow, there's another rainbow.*
sloping sand dunes
twelve o'clock
shadow of a doubt
don't you fucking pout
you're cowardice and weak
spots include viscous tickles
delivered by way of a
mercilessly anonymous villain
you think you know who
he is, but you would never say
even on reveal-day
revel in your private knowledge
and fearscape the back 40
with tin soldiers
and Super repairmen
they could lift the weight from your shoulders
so no one could ever come in.
Never Hide**
unrest unrequited
feelings of conviction
addiction where it can't be
benediction I can't see
the eye of a needle
camel-backs
the sun will rise
and there will be no sweet lime
no more savory snacks
earthquake shack
bomb-shelter fall-out belt it
you won't get far
but I can hide you away -
We'll hide away.
Eye-patches are for pirates, not Steve in marketing.**
gale-force hopscotch
we were all there
cold-case crime scene
desecration without a care
bring me some whiskey
we'll drink up your Rye
and do tell me what's come of your eye?
It's just a sty
hardly an excuse for a patch
but you think you look fly.
Extreme Demolition Derby
come through the yard
kick our asses to the curb;
make it all okay
freight train's leavin'
Whitman, party of three?
is this everything you were promised it would be?
Street Rat
grueling
grr animals
[of] failed moon-walks
striding down
on lunar rocks
like 18th Boulevard
Park Place never looked so great
at night
peachy clean in the morning
light
Caution aplenty
by the hour to spendy
thrifty cuts in oak
mow our lawn
like marrow
and how the sparrow sings
his love for a lark
meet me in Wilcox Park
under the full moon-beams of the ark
the covenant and more
de triumphe and swear to me you'll pray
get down on your knees
and pay the pity council
one nugget of truth
a diamond in the rough
riff-raff and Kerouac
you'll howl when our hearts stop
beating in time
to this beatbox line
Swan Lake on the down-low
chrome magnum shake-down
on the beat-down
an acrid blow
to take it all away -
just like yesterday.
The Divination of Porn
Crack torch waiting
for a light
narwhals wailing
in the night
Can you speak it, dear?
Can you hear it near?
Embers waning
by its bright
hang on by
a thread;
take me to bed -
lay us down not to sleep***
we'll awake in the morn.
porn
so hostile
foul-smelling product
seeping - steeping
in his hair
She doesn't care
and loves him for his waxy 'do
haircare at its finest
meet the divinist
who hooked us up.
The Middle of Somewhere****
irony bleeds through
soaking the cloak
of bitterness revealed
revel in your clippings
of newspapers long passed
I won't stop this fast
until we're well and cast
in dire moulds
of endless straits
beyond the quakes
of your heart
leaks through and bled out
this century and then
you'll truly know
where you belong
like spatulas
slatica
this attic forgotten
misbegotten truths are rotten
We know where we belong.
Hopelessly uncharted territory.
Kill two dreams with one stone****
Will you toss the dog a bone?
Take this to temple
Make it official
for the ride home.
Lemmings ≄ Lemons
You wake up
rub your eyes
and wonder who you are;
how you got this way
and why nothing gold
can ever stay
That's right because
you read Frost and Tennyson
thinkin' you're mighty fly
Your childhood was the Wonder Years
you rocked your Jew-curls
and loved Grand Theft Auto
if only for the strippers;
picking up biddies
right off the ground they're walkin'
This can't be legal
This here's street and you're pushin'
ain't a pusher, Kady.
Pop a Traz to get the buzzards buzzin'
over; around your head
fills up with dread-
locks, tight and secure
Amityville Horror Show
death Rocky rocks
fall now, after a lemming you could
swear was a lemon not a moment ago.
Onomatopoeiac Jars
rat-a-tat-tat
don't fall asunder
one teensy blunder
Wham - you've ruined it all
the eaves of fall
autumn alumnist
columnist to the stars
break the bar(s)
reflecting off headlights
cars in reverse
only to traverse
make it alone;
this land of mimicry and shrubbery
alike and yet afar
You leave the door ajar.
Polygamy is dead
Latter-day Saints
hands red with paints
poured down senseless
piping perfection
production in spades
and bucket-loads
pay-loaders full of
make-it-by-the-double
I know who you are,
Mr. Bank Man
and I know your plan.
before it's been hatched
catched -
like the Human papillomavirus
in your bowels
foaming at the jowls
And they won't know what hit 'em
Home is where the beer is -
Streetwise Sylvan
ain't I got enough?
Topman buff isn't Boyden strong
and Thatcher brains aren't
Lewis learned.
9-month creeps up
won't ever go 'way
this is home now
and you're here to stay
But it wasn't made to last
and you're wishing for Duracell
on this carousel
the Energizer rabbit
out of a hat
( just for insurance )
This ain't home
and home isn't where the heart is
so much as
where the cows are mad and there's a six of Bud chilling in the icebox.
I kissed the Sun today -
chugging beers into rough and early hours
shooting darts like a bow and arrow
sock-location a fine-tuned mystery
to pick apart with a fine-toothed comb
in the womb we taste sugar sweet injections
fresh from the vines, like wine
fermented in the soil of truth
take me under
build your bunker
Cider House Rules
Supermarket Warrior
bagel bites, cinnamon bits
French toast sticks - breakfast at its best.
oatmeal, brain flakes
cereal supreme
pineapple slices and Canadian bacon - Why can't they just call it ham?
I worry for us.
our fragile neverworld
adventureland
a ranch of possibilities
opportune moments
of a monumentous variety
wheat flour with flax seed
banana, nutmeg
bread homemade and
fresh hot from the oven
Jolly Green Giants and
chicken of the sea
all must answer to me.
Beastmaster of the supermarché
caché and suave, to the max.
touché, en garde, et toute suite
tous le monde
We have a day to save, a world to feed
Up on your feet.
Now boarding...
this memory chuck-wagon
hopes to the left, fears to the right
all appendages in the buggy at all times
if you wish to keep them.
soul-train now
boarding some passengers
most recent tickets to the rear back entrance
a gateway will appear
toss out your Westerly friends
Come now, don't be shy -
Really, it's easy as π
curly-Qs and misinformants
doormats, doormen; on the double
Cinderella clock strikes 12
No slipper is left
behind.
Untitled
Sun shelter medley
a surf-u-mentary
tide-bearing waves
high with rife
strip-search life
bare-knuckle
cage-match
sits and spins
where it begins.
oft an end
out of sorts
Hootie and the Blowfish
make a fucking wish
and make it quick
before the candles go
out.
* quote from Arrested Development
** based on/written for The Darjeeling Limited
*** lyric belongs to The Residence
**** written for/quoting The Middle of Somewhere [novel]
Hope you enjoy.
--
Land of the free
Cousins in my ear.
An episode of loathing
Spite the lies
spurn our hope -
that one day
We will all live blessed
and free are
the people of this fair country
bumpkins ode to the beautiful
Oh for spacious skies
and amber waves of grace
purple mountains magistrate
to fruitfully avoid
all hate
I won't live another day
if not by the American way
Live free or die trying
We are all equals.
That's all I'm buying
even if they won't be sold
Obama's in and fit to be mould.
Jackie O and President Kennedy
replaced by a brother and
his high-rolling first lady
Michelle and Barry
Can they make it work?
Tim Gunn seems to think so
though he's just going by the cut of a shirt.
Somewhere over the rainbow, there's another rainbow.*
sloping sand dunes
twelve o'clock
shadow of a doubt
don't you fucking pout
you're cowardice and weak
spots include viscous tickles
delivered by way of a
mercilessly anonymous villain
you think you know who
he is, but you would never say
even on reveal-day
revel in your private knowledge
and fearscape the back 40
with tin soldiers
and Super repairmen
they could lift the weight from your shoulders
so no one could ever come in.
Never Hide**
unrest unrequited
feelings of conviction
addiction where it can't be
benediction I can't see
the eye of a needle
camel-backs
the sun will rise
and there will be no sweet lime
no more savory snacks
earthquake shack
bomb-shelter fall-out belt it
you won't get far
but I can hide you away -
We'll hide away.
Eye-patches are for pirates, not Steve in marketing.**
gale-force hopscotch
we were all there
cold-case crime scene
desecration without a care
bring me some whiskey
we'll drink up your Rye
and do tell me what's come of your eye?
It's just a sty
hardly an excuse for a patch
but you think you look fly.
Extreme Demolition Derby
come through the yard
kick our asses to the curb;
make it all okay
freight train's leavin'
Whitman, party of three?
is this everything you were promised it would be?
Street Rat
grueling
grr animals
[of] failed moon-walks
striding down
on lunar rocks
like 18th Boulevard
Park Place never looked so great
at night
peachy clean in the morning
light
Caution aplenty
by the hour to spendy
thrifty cuts in oak
mow our lawn
like marrow
and how the sparrow sings
his love for a lark
meet me in Wilcox Park
under the full moon-beams of the ark
the covenant and more
de triumphe and swear to me you'll pray
get down on your knees
and pay the pity council
one nugget of truth
a diamond in the rough
riff-raff and Kerouac
you'll howl when our hearts stop
beating in time
to this beatbox line
Swan Lake on the down-low
chrome magnum shake-down
on the beat-down
an acrid blow
to take it all away -
just like yesterday.
The Divination of Porn
Crack torch waiting
for a light
narwhals wailing
in the night
Can you speak it, dear?
Can you hear it near?
Embers waning
by its bright
hang on by
a thread;
take me to bed -
lay us down not to sleep***
we'll awake in the morn.
porn
so hostile
foul-smelling product
seeping - steeping
in his hair
She doesn't care
and loves him for his waxy 'do
haircare at its finest
meet the divinist
who hooked us up.
The Middle of Somewhere****
irony bleeds through
soaking the cloak
of bitterness revealed
revel in your clippings
of newspapers long passed
I won't stop this fast
until we're well and cast
in dire moulds
of endless straits
beyond the quakes
of your heart
leaks through and bled out
this century and then
you'll truly know
where you belong
like spatulas
slatica
this attic forgotten
misbegotten truths are rotten
We know where we belong.
Hopelessly uncharted territory.
Kill two dreams with one stone****
Will you toss the dog a bone?
Take this to temple
Make it official
for the ride home.
Lemmings ≄ Lemons
You wake up
rub your eyes
and wonder who you are;
how you got this way
and why nothing gold
can ever stay
That's right because
you read Frost and Tennyson
thinkin' you're mighty fly
Your childhood was the Wonder Years
you rocked your Jew-curls
and loved Grand Theft Auto
if only for the strippers;
picking up biddies
right off the ground they're walkin'
This can't be legal
This here's street and you're pushin'
ain't a pusher, Kady.
Pop a Traz to get the buzzards buzzin'
over; around your head
fills up with dread-
locks, tight and secure
Amityville Horror Show
death Rocky rocks
fall now, after a lemming you could
swear was a lemon not a moment ago.
Onomatopoeiac Jars
rat-a-tat-tat
don't fall asunder
one teensy blunder
Wham - you've ruined it all
the eaves of fall
autumn alumnist
columnist to the stars
break the bar(s)
reflecting off headlights
cars in reverse
only to traverse
make it alone;
this land of mimicry and shrubbery
alike and yet afar
You leave the door ajar.
Polygamy is dead
Latter-day Saints
hands red with paints
poured down senseless
piping perfection
production in spades
and bucket-loads
pay-loaders full of
make-it-by-the-double
I know who you are,
Mr. Bank Man
and I know your plan.
before it's been hatched
catched -
like the Human papillomavirus
in your bowels
foaming at the jowls
And they won't know what hit 'em
Home is where the beer is -
Streetwise Sylvan
ain't I got enough?
Topman buff isn't Boyden strong
and Thatcher brains aren't
Lewis learned.
9-month creeps up
won't ever go 'way
this is home now
and you're here to stay
But it wasn't made to last
and you're wishing for Duracell
on this carousel
the Energizer rabbit
out of a hat
( just for insurance )
This ain't home
and home isn't where the heart is
so much as
where the cows are mad and there's a six of Bud chilling in the icebox.
I kissed the Sun today -
chugging beers into rough and early hours
shooting darts like a bow and arrow
sock-location a fine-tuned mystery
to pick apart with a fine-toothed comb
in the womb we taste sugar sweet injections
fresh from the vines, like wine
fermented in the soil of truth
take me under
build your bunker
Cider House Rules
Supermarket Warrior
bagel bites, cinnamon bits
French toast sticks - breakfast at its best.
oatmeal, brain flakes
cereal supreme
pineapple slices and Canadian bacon - Why can't they just call it ham?
I worry for us.
our fragile neverworld
adventureland
a ranch of possibilities
opportune moments
of a monumentous variety
wheat flour with flax seed
banana, nutmeg
bread homemade and
fresh hot from the oven
Jolly Green Giants and
chicken of the sea
all must answer to me.
Beastmaster of the supermarché
caché and suave, to the max.
touché, en garde, et toute suite
tous le monde
We have a day to save, a world to feed
Up on your feet.
Now boarding...
this memory chuck-wagon
hopes to the left, fears to the right
all appendages in the buggy at all times
if you wish to keep them.
soul-train now
boarding some passengers
most recent tickets to the rear back entrance
a gateway will appear
toss out your Westerly friends
Come now, don't be shy -
Really, it's easy as π
curly-Qs and misinformants
doormats, doormen; on the double
Cinderella clock strikes 12
No slipper is left
behind.
Untitled
Sun shelter medley
a surf-u-mentary
tide-bearing waves
high with rife
strip-search life
bare-knuckle
cage-match
sits and spins
where it begins.
oft an end
out of sorts
Hootie and the Blowfish
make a fucking wish
and make it quick
before the candles go
out.
* quote from Arrested Development
** based on/written for The Darjeeling Limited
*** lyric belongs to The Residence
**** written for/quoting The Middle of Somewhere [novel]