The Other Side

You want to find me
on the other side
won't hear me out
let's go
the other side
here we go
where are you
I'm not here
take me on
but you won't
the other side
the other side

Coca Cola

Lemon drop moon

you can find me

crawling under the bar

scrounging for conversation.

And Trevor’s still talking about

the decocainized leaves not adding up:

the shady side of it all.

His hips have been speaking in code

all night, but

he doesn’t want to stick around

and that’s just fine,

he’s got a baby anyway.

Morgan

Spending my days
manifesting my nights
and when I finally sleep
it'll be oh so sweet,
but not tonight.
You've got diamonds for eyes
and all I want to do
is excavate you.
Don't worry, I'll leave the bones.

Nature

What're those trees called?
The ones that smell like pussy.
Strolling in the park has never been so alluring.

Nature is erotic. Nature is sex.
Nature is beautiful like your body,
untouched like wild grass.

I pervert nature with my presence;
I pervert your body with my touch.

Nature is sex and I am the tallest tree.
You climb me and touch all my branches,
lick every leaf.

I grow like weeds in the sun
nourished by your contact: skin to bark.

Nature is beautiful and nature is sex and together
we make the sun go down.

Banana Peels

These sheets are banana peels,
liberate me -
I'm ripe for you.
I'll be fructose for you baby.
I'll be all the fruit for you.
I'll be a cavity for you, drill me.
I'll be blooming in June
and covered in flies by July,
so lets get this going girl!
Make a move -
I'm ripe for you.

onion soup.

You slaved over that hot stove
for hours cooking down those damn onions,
dehydrating green beans swimming in lemon juice and butter,
perfecting a couscous salad:
all to impress me.
I'm being honest when I say everything tastes great,
yet I'm left with a bitter taste in my mouth.
And I know I shouldn't, but I feel guilty.
You're so obviously sure about me
and I'm still on the fence.
You won't stop talking about how I look
and I couldn't feel less seen.
I guess the way to my heart
isn't through my stomach.

2011.

No words left to find
in the bottom of my mind;
the sentiment is gone,
and that's just fine.
The sun will rise another day.

like glass.

Slide between the cracks
in your ribs
see how I fit, see.

Oh,
we're spreading ourselves
across the world,
though never thin enough
somehow
our minds still break like glass.

In the meantime
you try to share
your cigarette and,
no stranger to danger,
billow away.

5mg.

As the past trickles in, grain by grain,
you offer me pleasant remnants,
little forgotten forget-me-nots.
And today at least
I'm strong enough to decline.
You tyrant,
tendering a known weakness,
I won't acquiesce to your blatant attempts
to destroy me.

inquiring eyes.

To her inquiring eyes
that wait for dark
before they ever look my way,
I say to thee
not tonight
save your breath for the light of day.

strange painting.

Thought maybe
you could see me
through my calculated mist,
the barrier between
me and everything.

There's no shame in
your kind of prying eyes
when somewhere deep inside
I'm begging for your spotlight.

But until I'm found
I'll scrounge around
this self imposed darkness,
painting myself strangely.

bad bones.

Want so badly
to think of you fondly
but a dull agony lives on
as we're years apart now,
nothing but bad bones
remain.

summer sins.

The lies I tell myself
and you
collect in the gutters
of my autumn mind,
unaware of my summer sins.

unmatched.

Unmatched, her
illegal carnal displays
awaken my primal beast.
I must possess her;
dominance at all costs.

spicy moon.

The sight of you
ignites
the kindling of my old soul
wild with flames
untamed.
Late at night
I rejoice, celebrate
your truth and the lie
oh Spicy Moon,
I'm betrothed to you.

love-light.

She said don't be a stranger
damn near ten years ago
and when worlds collide today
something's brewing
under the surface.
I've said it before
and she said it today,
you could be the death of me
any given day.

ink.

Patiently waiting
for you to break the skin,
I salute you
Pablo
scratch me again.

becoming.

Her skin speaks to me without words
and suddenly I understand.

Her eyes are flames that burn through my shell,
scorching my insides.

She is death and I am dying and
she becomes me.

downtown by myself.

I feel alive in
the city at night
intermittent passerby
let me know
I'm still alive
tonight, tonight
I'm still alive

woozy.

Leaving you
the room to breathe
you said you need,
you start to question
the space between us.
Say you're betrayed
by memories of our
past tense proximity,
left feeling attacked by my
step back and
finding only my shadow
by your side now.

Leaving me
woozy, your 360's
make me question
just what I'm feeling.
And I hate you for
your contagious indecision.
Think I'll
leave you behind
for good this time,
jump back into the shadows
and call it a night.

kopfkino.

we're running lines in my mind
all the time

I find myself waiting
for you to materialize

and then you do

say you
couldn't stay away
and in time
I watch the light drain
from your eyes
then from mine

and suddenly we find ourselves
alone together

killing time

forty dollars.

My words flee like a murder scene,
no one wants to be found
near the body.

Jack thinks he can make it on his own
with forty dollars in his pocket
and a bad attitude,
so he leaves too.

I'm left holding the bag in a foreign land and
my tongue feels heavy, itching to speak
syllables that mean nothing to me.