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Dicking the Dog
2005
As I sat across from you in the all-night diner,
My skin sticking to the cheap vinyl seat covers,
I took one long drag and put out my cigarette.
"I'm leaving town," I said.
"Gonna catch a rocketride outta this shithole."
And I couldn't help but notice a change in your eyes.
"I'm happy for you," you said,
"If that's what will make you happy."
But I could tell you were lying.
You sipped apathetically at your black coffee,
And lit a cigarette,
As though I didn't just rip your heart from your chest.
As I sat in the backseat of a car owned by a false idol,
My heart sticking to the cheap vinyl memories,
The girl in the passeneger seat coughed at my cigarette.
"I'm headed out to Phoenix," the driver said.
"This town is getting stale."
But I couldn't help but notice the sadness in the girl's eyes.
"I know what you mean, man," I said,
"But I have nothing to keep me here."
He agreed and changed the subject.
The girl put her hat in the floor and cracked the window,
And lit a cigarette,
As though he hadn't just smashed all her dreams to bits.
As I sat on the wooden bench on my mother's front porch,
My eyes locked on a familiar nighttime sky,
I sighed and lit another cigarette.
"They're used to be much more," I thought.
"I wonder where all the brightest stars have gone."
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| revenant
2004
it came unexpectedly,
and somewhere in the moonlit valley of the dead,
you breathed life back into me.
your lips to mine, I felt fire trickle along my nerves,
and summer surrender to fall, if only for a moment.
and in that moment, I counted three, three, three,
and watched your black tears turn crimson,
as I gave you the immortal kiss.
soon we were running through the clear night air,
as if our wings were made of wind,
and nothing could have stopped us from dancing
on the graves of the past.
we laughed in the face of fear and legend,
and sang out in the shrill voices of banshees,
just beckoning the spirits to come.
and the whispers among the trees were not to be feared,
for residing within us was something much darker.
something only we could understand.
your eyes gleamed spectrally in the moonlight,
and despite the nomadic nature of my soul,
I was overwhelmed with the sense of home,
like this is where I was meant to rest.
within the chaos of eternal night,
I shall turn to dust.
along the shore I fell into you,
and soon our words were echoes of something long separated,
fragments destined to be stiched back together.
I no longer recognized my own empty cavity,
for I has accended beyond centuries of longing,
beyond the ache of a cold, sapphire heart,
and left behind the suffering I had held so close.
resurrected, I live again.
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| Right on Red
2004
All the cars have just one headlight tonight.
I count them one by one,
but it's a pointless game
when you're not here with me.
I'm searching for something,
yearning for somewhere,
writhing to be someone,
anything but this.
I'll follow you anywhere.
Sleep is a coveted commodity these nights,
and the days only recall the lack thereof.
Pieces of plans lay strew across my bedroom floor...
...my potential of artistic greatness.
Scribbled notes and beginnings of songs,
filed amongst plans for future tattoos.
Dedications to convictions and on-stage dramatics...
...your need for some kind of glorious statement.
I'll follow you anywhere.
Our routines have become weathered customs:
my daily expression of weakness
for things you have already left behind,
and your thievary with the intention to better me.
Take my hand and make me perfect,
for I think this clarity is what I am searching for,
and I try hard not to doubt your words,
still it all ends up a mental chaos in your absence.
I'll follow you anywhere.
If I could live on tea and moonlight,
I would have nothing but your company.
I'd spend every night lying in the darkness,
speaking to you of the seasons that have aged us.
We are shadows of former glories of ourselves.
But maybe the shadows we cast now
are improvements and growth beyond what we were.
Maybe we are inspired in these days.
I'll follow you anywhere.
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| Shiver
2004
Why do I shiver down to my nerves,
when I even think of that melody?
A slow, rythmic entanglement of jazz and emptiness,
spit out like the sharp razors that are tears.
And why do I feel the pangs of guilt,
when I think of how I ruined it for you?
How, in a way, I held his heart in my hand,
and chose just who to distribute it to.
Not you.
You are undeserving of a soul so pure,
and unready for the cleansing it would expect of you.
So, pray on, child of chemical complacency,
for his heart pines for one without poison.
But that's why you take it all in, isn't it?
Another drag, another drink,
and another lover lost to the judicial system.
Are your eyes so clouded by the smoke,
that you cannot see why you reach for that pain?
Not that those scars bear anything to be proud of,
or anything at all for that matter.
It's amazing how hard we try to hide the things we do,
with the sole purpose being for others to see.
Spit it out, little girl.
I want you to close your lips for a moment,
and take a look outside your own microcosm.
See that you are really very selfish for all your concerns,
and very well taken care of by those you appreciate the least.
Learn your place.
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| voices of the city
2004
step out into the city,
where the gusts of passing cars
are outdone only by a siren's scream into the night.
in the hall, voices raise up
to meet the movement of the symphony,
but they are all just displacements of air.
i am a displacement of flesh.
skin torn away from its pastoral home.
bones dislodged from their original positions.
now i drive these streets,
wind rushing into my veins,
feeling my new form take shape.
yet, this is a rebirth
into something i've felt all my life.
something i've always been inside,
and the voices of the city
have become the soundtrack to my life.
i am learning to sing along.
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