Monday, February 4, 2008

Masculinity
thundercougarfalconbird
No one will question
In tiny poems
we fit concentrated thought.
I prefer fresh squeezed

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Life is a tarot
deck. I play the Fool, and I
sing la-di-da-di.

Lyrics

"It is only by
the grace of me you never
learned what I could see"

~ Fiona Apple "Parting Gift"

"The truth is worse than
anything I could bring my-
self to do to you"

~ Fall Out Boy
You leave with a list
of "next times" only to find
items for new lists.
cold turkey sandwich.
bookends on failure and the
idea of need.
I told you to go
But everything you touched is
stained. You still echo.
"No! Bastard Asshole!
Get up there!" This is how Jen
plays video games.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

"my vagina this..."
(i'm a man, dammit, a man)
"my vagina that..."
All things considered,
I don't want to repeat this
day over again.
nothing makes you love
something more than giving it
up. trust me, i know.
drinking in kitchen:
son thinks, suddenly, to call.
what a silly thought.
When people say you're
photogenic, they're really
praising the camera.
there's a certain smell
on the tip of my fingers
called dirty pussy

Friday, February 1, 2008

all the things they told
me would put hair on my chest
put gray on my head.
one month dead and gone
better then the past two years
next stop: frustration
Gentlemen, don't get
up, I'm just passing through. No
really, don't get up.
Memory loss and
Anti-depressants. Really,
what is the difference?
Lyrics for silent
bands. Noteless songs. We're finger-
counting composers.
I can commit to
one cup, as long as it's not
metaphor coffee.