oxidia

your love is like sniffing glue in abandoned playgrounds
your love is like running thru hell with
		naked feet
your love is solving complicated math with broken fingers
		and broken toes 
400 million trillion blackholes in this universe
all of them in denver 
		all your accidents end
in denver, you’ve got asphalt and postcards in your pocket
you’ve got lilacs in your hair 
your love is playing with snakes 
you burn your candle from both ends and the middle 
you burn your candle like you hate candles 
		your love is like a puddle of gasoline
you can swallow your heart and start over  
your bullet holes are filled with black noise 
you can play a blue guitar
a heartbeat and a bruise, a heartbeat and a bruise  
                you can play a green tambourine 
you can play a goddess in a tight sweater and jeans on a mission
from heaven to find reason and ruin in a single drop of rain 
                you can play dumb 
heartbeat and a bruise, heartbeat and a bruise
love is a blue guitar you drag around by the neck
400 million trillion broken hearts in denver
                all of them yours 
you play dirty pool and you’ve got dice up your sleave
your laughter is clattering and witchy and itching all the right spots 
                but your soup is cold 
no one knows where you came from
your star name is papier-mache angel
your earth name is catastrophe spiral 
fate is a chimera 
		you are prodigy of chimera   
your eyes are haunted gloomy kamikazes
you drink kamikazes
you throw kamikazes at everything that gives you pain
your love is throwing side-eye at the world
                your love is a one-eyed horse in a snowstorm 
your love is like rust falling off a truck parked on the side of the road
		next to a junkyard
your love is like looking for a black cat in a dark room that
ran away years ago chasing blackbirds into blackholes in the
		darkness of denver
you love is something
		unspeakable
mythological 
		non-sequitur   
	more than
		and less than
	and other than
		true

posted for shay’s word garden word list

posted for the sunday muse

the sunday muse #194 x-ray glasses

when i was
a little kid
i wanted
x-ray glasses
and sea monkeys
but mostly 
x-ray glasses

i wanted to know 
exactly
what grown-ups
were thinking
what was
going on in those
oversized skulls
why the
long blank expressions and
why
they never
listen

i thought
the x-ray glasses
i bought
were broken
cause all i saw
was nothing
no matter what
angle
i looked
nothing but nothing

i thought
maybe
those swirls were just painted on
cheap 
plastic
lenses   
a total scam!

all grown-up
now
and i know
exactly 
what is what
i know 
precisely 
what goes on in these
oversized skulls
and it’s 
nothing
but
sea monkeys

posted for the sunday muse

caligula’s razor (a crash test dummy love story)

this poem turned out way better then i thought it would, when i get some instruments, i’m definitely doing this as a spoken word song. 

here’s my head shot
                here’s my bio
here’s a list of all the parts i play
these are the monsters i’ve slayed 
this is what the hero likes to eat for lunch 
don’t make him wait
is this a mystery? is this primetime crime?
where do i park my new sports car?
hey you, go put some wax on my new car
and my ass is ready for a close-up
with your lips

it’s a song you sing with your hips:
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(dance around on caligula’s razor)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(i forgot the plot, tell me again)
        it’s a crash test dummy love story!

yeah buddy 

here’s my head shot
                here’s my bio
here’s the address you can send my fan mail
is this the script? someone rewrite it
with words i can swallow
till then, i’ll be in my trailer 
is this a mystery? is this primetime crime? 
someone tell the director his vision is weak
and get another close-up of my teeth
i’m the king of make-believe
and you can kiss my ring 

and the groupies gather and sing:
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(dance around on caligula’s razor)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(look at that, i just won another oscar)
        it’s a crash test dummy love story!

but really i’m just like you, im lonely like you, i’m a lowlife just like you and
my knees shake and i can’t take a joke and my soul is bankrupt and broke
this life is a beautiful lie i wear like a hat, i wear it in the rain and never get wet
but i’m all dried up inside, i need a friend and, wait, what’s my line again? 

        dance around on caligula’s razor

it’s a crash test dummy love story
                                coming soon

to a wasteland near you, and all the angels sing:
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(here’s my glass slipper, lets drink champagne from it)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(here’s my autograph, go sell it on craig’s list)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(and someone get these fucking fans away from me)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(seriously, i can’t be real today, i’m out of blow)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(hey, did you hear me? i’m not happy)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(there’s a dead hooker in the limo, can somebody do something about that?)
        it’s a crash test dummy love story! 
        it’s a crash test dummy love story! 
(it’s a crash test dummy love story!) 

2021

 

posted for the sunday muse