Friday, September 29, 2006

at the rack

"I had to overcome a resistance to fighting on an old battleground I had abandoned a long time ago. I couldn't defend myself as I am today, with my more rounded thoughts...my good manners and my old books. I had to defend the person I was then, sharp-tongued, vituperative, constantly on the move. I was faced with the alternative of confounding time and identifying absolutely with the person I was or denouncing that person and losing my relationship to my own past"
-----Adriano Sofri, a defendent in a political trial connected with italy's slaughter commission

Monday, September 18, 2006

i-pod wars

He doesnt look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined
When you were young

---when you were young by the killers

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

frankie machine

let’s shoot on down to pacifica
let’s just shoot
cards or horse
I’ll deal. you get the needle

frankie’s future gauze
78 speed speak
I’ve been to that pier
when
back when it opened, with rumdum and molly. now it’s just a town with cars in the way that want to tell you what to do. snickerers out walking their kids like they were dogs. I know what the ocean looks like and it ain’t almost no fun at all

I take a hit, my last little bit
on the pier a swedish woman picks her nose when she thinks no one is watching
the machine and I are in some sort of opium den that is really an opium den
what are we doing
givin’ in
into the night without tears then
no disguising our eyes
I don’t get it

frankie falling for a combined sleep
it’s a trust of something near
enough of that act. look at all these people putting writing on their shirts and hats like they don’t know who they are

the phonograph’s dozy murmur

Saturday, September 09, 2006

lovedrug

were you a hard summer guest
were you dense because your bones could take it
were you a lost track of years, answers stored
in the sirens that breathe out at dusk

in case you haven’t figured it out I know that everyone wants to make out with my soul
(heh)
I know what hands do absentmindly
I know that we’re all only kissing one person no matter who we kiss
I know you can’t stop the rock because we’re all ravens, swamp dwellers,,,,convinced of
our opinions even when sitting quietly alone,…numb to everything going by just then, even ourselves

down on hayes street five foreign men sit in a circle talking about soccer
out goes a shaky thursday
friday with an appetitite to make you come

for parker, who has a name that means more now that he’s dead
for lights that run around trying to catch other lights since when
for more names that I won’t mention because that’s annoying
for leonard who lets the river answer

yes, come
come business boy and hair-cutter
come finger butter
come letter opener
come until I tell you to come again
come and sit the bar of humiliation, emulation, words I never knew the name of
come cut and I will
open my head to let you in.

old pop princess poem

you bruise me like bullets
and my sentiment today is that I was always your girl
even if I did steal that from jennifer love hewitt
even if the sounds come to my office door as theft themselves

just now, on one of those large dick days, I was thinking I'd like you
to hold it for me
cover it with mustard and relish
you see I was always your girl, you and me against the world