Sunday, May 13, 2012

131


I didn't want to be your background girl
Your backdrop, your familiar
Your night light
I stayed in the spot where you put me
I wanted to cause scenes and get into the faces
Of people I hated to meet
So I let you go so I could know what it would feel like to be you
And it's that wonderful nauseous feeling
Tap tap a microphone
All eyes on you as our ears
Listen to the drone of the druken night passing by of the off beat rhythm on the side walk
Play it louder louder louder
So you didn't have to hear anyone and especially not the voice inside your head
Or worse,
The one inside your heart
But only time could teach me
But only when it would be too late to reach me
The only place I could shine was in that corner where you put me
where I wanted to hide anyway

Monday, May 7, 2012

130

Always hungry never eating
Always tired never sleeping
Always thinking never dreaming
Always doing never being
And If you turned those sometimes into always
And those maybes into yes's
And seriously pondered why
Swans do not wear dresses
And all those tiny thoughts confesses
On your crispy white couch
"When I am through with you" she said,
"Your eyes will be puffy
A pang in your head
And your stomach turned green
And then you would know what real beauty means
That naked swans are perfect naked
And the bark on trees isn't better smoothed
Five is less than six
But five is perfect too
In fingers and toes and senses
Your nose Fits mine feels fine
Give me all my days in sunshine
More issues than tissues
Tears enough to fill dusty wine bottles you've yet to return..."
"How does love look like?" he asked
"Like a million tiny aphids," she said,
"Sticking to your hair and clothes
In your mouth up your nose
It's annoying but it's fun
And it's a nuisance and there is no clarity
Except on shiny mornings
When after our coffee and cigarette
We realize all our wasted time
Was building something we could never throw away"
"Tell me something beautiful" he said
"Swans are white", she replied.



Wednesday, May 2, 2012

129


Karma chameleon
Have you been a dreamein?
All day, all night
If you want to fuck swag
You have to know what swag is
But do you know where swag came from?
Probably not
You think you know shit
Solely based cause you're
Hot
Hawt
Nawt
Not
We're all trying to fight
Look at me! Look at me!
Are you on the ground?
No
You are scared to fall
But fail, please fail
And get some humility
Your whiteboard is whitewash
The real talk happens after the real talk
The real party is the after party
And the real poem comes from the afterthought
Hot or not
Doesn't matter
Can you look in the mirror
When lifes hits sent it to shatter?
Embrace the splatter
And paint with the mess
That's when you'll create your best
Cause I'll get from you what you give to me
And then some...
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes
You might find
You can if you're me