resolve (though it tears us apart)

to want of a woman

and love her like crazy

but she’s not your lady

when you take it too far

and she loses a tear

will you break from the weight

of the fear

as she looks at you coyly

in the lamplight’s dim glow

that splashes and washes the room

the deepest hue

of the romance of you

before you were lost

to the living we did

and all of that lying in bed

we wore each other out

on the other

it was the world

that tore us apart

and made a mess of

your sweet heart

and your passionate face

is now

replaced

by the emptiness on your side of the bed

the wretched world

was jealous

of our

incredulous joy

and the way your breasts

peak out

from your soft worn tee shirt

proudly shining

and dancing with the light

hide and seek bouncing

as you are laughing

and we fade off

into the night

like distorted glass

my eyes all bleary

and left in this dark

from the box by the bed

tomcat says,

“i’m gonna love you

‘til the wheels come off”

and that’s just the thing

the axle is already

shaking

and these nights are a highway

littered with all of the broken hearts

the horrid hacked up body parts

of all of this love going round

it’s the world that tears us apart

and the things that we have are

huge

and again the world has placed

 a brick wall between us

but i swing the hammer endlessly

tearing it down until

your tears

swelled around it

and you were tired of the sound

of my hammer and

of my

resolve

so now

it’s over

lady

it’s amazing how big

this old world can be

and still no room

for you

and me

whiskey (jolly good)

whiskey,
the say you are the
devil
but not tonight
tonight
you are the best
friend
that i
have ever had
in
this
world
as we sit here
late night
and talk
of
this
girl....

low

there's a devil outside the door

scratching at my

resolution

tearing at my resolve

it is a horrid violent animal

a wolf that tears flesh from bone

and i'm hiding in here

all alone

with my terrible mind,

this horrible disease

that burns me down like a fever

and brings me to my knees

and i'm thankful for frigid water here

a handful on my sweaty neck

and i hear the scratching

of the clawed paw on the sideboards

hungry for my

sinful flesh

and waiting out my rest

to come crashing up

from a burrowed hole

and to be all over me

and my bleary eyes

are romantically enticed

to convince me

to just lay down for a moment

next to her

but i know this devil's

wearied whispers

i know just how it goes down

when she

breathes softly

that awful sound

of mine own lonely

rising from the ground

germinated like spring seeds

from her fertile soul

soon to bear the fruit

of the horrid animal

burrowing beneath the floorboards

and i am sleeping now

just a few more moments

tick tick tick

and in the amber glow

of a candle in my cabin

tonight it goes down slow

like it all was set up so smoothly

to strike when i got low

and i got low....

so

fuck it

bring on the wolves at the door

goddamn (i wish i was in frisco)

stars could fall down
right here
and burn the ground
around her and i
dancing
slowly fading
to the dark
tuesday night
after the
fires
and
the
end

whisper

she whispered it
"fuck you"
as she walked away
and i was longing for her
lips
but i guess...hmm
the open road

all is quiet on the last front

this is the best moment

this one here

and i wasted it writing

these words

i’ve stolen from

the air

and she would be standing here in the

rain

and proclaiming all her love

but I derailed from all

of that

fate tried calling

but i was drunken stoned

and i missed

out on the blue eyes

and i’ve missed out on the fame

and so here i am left standing

just a fool soaked through again

but there is chili on the stove top

and the boss is on the box

and scratch is sitting staring

out the window at the dock

and all is really quiet

and the amber light is still

i have carved this little hideout

so i guess my fate is due

but i won’t pay it on time

i’ve leaving in the morning air

fishing on the blackthorn

and i’ll be far away from here

so if she should come knocking

tell her try back in a year

i love this life i’m living

calm and quiet as hell

round here...

quarantine/ incinerator

there is always the smart one

that says one of us could be infected

maybe we should stay here for a while

maybe just incinerate

burn ourselves down

for the fate of the human race

we'll lock ourselves up tight

so there's no getting out

cause this is the worst

feeling coming down

and then there are the crazy ones

or maybe just the sane

who just wanna run out and slide away

and back there where

all the other people laughing

and the quarantine line is

getting low

to this strange and red disease

it's got me feeling low

and then a little sweat drips from the brow

then things start changing

and my skin crawls slow

and i grab my last grenade

pull the pin and count to 3

cause this virus in here

has poisoned the best of me

nothing but this feeling

where i drown

cause love is the worst disease

and its going round.

brief reprieve (i'm gonna quit this scene)

jazz after hours
bellowing low from my
parked car at the mcdonald's
drive through
a ritual of
vampires and
guitar players
on the way home
oh yeah
and the asshole kids
throwing their trash around
racing their sleek machines
across the yellow lines
of the parking lot
tonight
the server girl was nice
but i'm too old to fuck her
and besides
she knows my penchant
for the 2 fish fry
and she has a real nice body
tight to the waste and a clear face
she doesn't eat this shit at all....
saturday night and i am worn out
completely
this scene is
killing me
slowly
and with no mercy or reservation
of violent effort
i am a rag doll on the cosmos
"baby all I need is you"
and the walking baseline
ba doom doom doom doom
baby all i need is you
the sweet reprieve
and tonight she is asleep in
my covers
and i will be there when i can wind myself down
so for once
not another bar girl
on a couch
maybe ...
this town will go fuck itself for good
this time
and this last run
will turn it all around
"set your clock ahead,"
the radio man
demanded
and oh yeah
i lose another hour
better limp it home and hit the shower
and try to slip
in bed without her sensing
i want to relish in my weary
in the dark
i don't know,
maybe the bottle
and the back porch
tonight....

lion

human race;
shit show
animals don't sink
to the depths we do
drunk assholes
do their prostrated
mating dance
in this shitty bar
on drinks of mind altering
liquid
dumb enough at the start
now compounded
and stumbling back
to a bedroom somewhat close
or a parked car
and this is why we are losing
and the world will someday
shake us of its shell
dumb + dumb
and high hopes for the future
seriously?
dumber than i thought
and i watch the
short bus peacocks
and wish i had the ejector button
i'd rather be alone right now in silence
to contemplate why I wasn't
born a lion
just and sure
of my brethren
a king upon a kingdom
and no drunk assholes
and all the ladies
i could
handle...

whiskey (fuck yeah)

blind
thank god
all those bright
colors
were burning
my mind
and soul

(junk-pile / procrastination / the enticement of her skin - or, simply,) my sweetheart’s drunk again

the creaking fan sings it

bright out

loud

why haven’t you finished yet?

it’s a simple thing

to finish

what is already so near

completion

old brass blades are staring through

the bars

at me

and it’s true that there

is no excuse

friday night and already

my mind is buzzing

with the failure

of a another week down

the drain

gurgling it’s nasty

addiction

to living

every day

life

while the dreams stack up

in huge piles

in an ever

fading

light

like the dishes

by the sink

and the bottles by the door

you came here tonight

again half drunk

and tossed your shirt

onto the floor

and again it felt like

springtime

not this winter

anymore

until we were laying there

in the damp

moonlight

and i came down to this

encore

a fan quietly whirling

and the subtle living breeze

and your body rests beside me

and the brass blade

questioning

where were you as the night fell

and all those precious moments missed

why haven’t you finished

your masterpiece

and all the things upon your list?

i guess it falls

just number two

behind her sultry bliss

the polarizing

light hits hard

with every drunken kiss

and i only hope

the dreams i left

don’t grow

jealous

of her

skin

lying there

in the moonlight

while i

waste

this

time

again….

gone - bone – the wincing branch

i am a branch under the weight
of snow
and ice
the aggressive attack
of a world
that chills to the bones
that they try to

break apart
i hear cracks

every moment,
tiny fissures in my desire
for life
and i am waiting
each dry and windy moment
for that final snap
and crumble
the sweet relief of
the battle lost
as the howls
and cries,
the names of those
who i could once
lean on
here

waste

i waste time like water in a dripping
faucet
contempt
broods

and slowly

germinates

in the darkest corners

of my very soul
each day too short
and not enough done
why does the

ticking mistress
run out so soon
and i

was just

warming up

deep

if you learned i was a robot

would you hold me while i cry
or just toss me an old oil can
and say, “wipe the tears from your eyes?”

if i was a shooting star

exploding in the sky

would you consider me a missile

and cry out for me to die?

if i were a just stranger

would you give me half a chance

would you flick me off like cigarette ash

at the slightest sideways glance?

if i were a tornado

would you let me hold you for a while

then go and climb down to the shelter

and let the whole thing pass you by?

if i were in a car wreck

would you want to look and see

and cast your gently gazing eyes

one last time at me?

to touch my face so softly

reaching into this grotesque

a scene were love lies suspended

in viscous strings of thick blood mess

and if i said i truly loved you

would the past all melt away

as i lay there dying slowly

would you finally look and see

the man at the core of all of this

now a broken spirit machine

all the gears and springs

of a heart torn up by dreams

they are so soft and fragile

so this puts it to the test

will you realize how deep my love went

when you finally lay me

to rest?

angel 9

angel came down

like a hell-spawn yesterday

woke up and

she was lying

hoping her

sultry body would

help to make it play

i drank too much

i guess

again

so here is where

we stayed

she smelled just like

an angel

but her sweet hair

gave it away

as i watched her

in the after

glow

i could see the way she sneered

she was just the awful devil

trying to steal my soul from here

and i have to admit, i let her

in the night i gave it away

i’ve never seen a creature

that looked so goddamned heavenly

and i guess that’s the crude poison

the second side of the blade

that as my eyes and body

were writhing in pleasure

my soul was dying here

she was a waxwork imposter

with that bold white ink

tattoo

but there were

black wings in the shadows

hanging evil

over you

but god she was spectacular

the artwork of my wildest

desires

i would banish her

to marble

if i could keep it

for a while

and jimi

she was not

what you said

when that lp played

from the distant

living room

in the

amber light of

first times

that thick and foggy

hue

between the

bedroom

and the

record player

as she was

lying

in my

bed

an it hit me hard

while gazing

at her perfect amber

breast

she was the caramel

decadent angel

sent to make

me feel alone

and laying there in silence

her body still twitching

with moans

and I stared off into the darkness

and she was still

somewhat in pleasure

on her own

and this satanic creature

was moving

underneath my satin sheets

and the air all thick and heavy

from the sweaty midnight heat

only a few hours until sunrise

when i can justify my eyes

to to be open while i’m thinking

about all these awful times

i don’t regret the fucking

or tasting her salt skin

a don’t regret the passion

or the lips that i came in

and i don’t regret the nighttime

or the tattoo on her skin

and i don’t regret the devil

i have no time for him

but there is a cold dark

cloud that sits

in my soul each night

it rains on every

perfect thing

that i ever

get in life

this was the only thing i wanted

only 7 hours ago

and i paid my own admission

and it was an historically wild show

and there is no greater desire

than the one she can inspire

but that’s just the thing

this angel

drove to hell

my only

fire

choked out

to a fizzling fuse

by the lack of oxygen

in the inferno

of a single

encounter

my only

favorite

thing