Do you seek a body
tender in your company
a sympathetic set of ears to fill with a confectionary story
The kind of enemy you can hold onto
A ceremony you can belong to
Are you committed to another one
open handed as you’re coming up
walking arm in arm as you sell me out
grinning ear to ear mouth full of blood
The kind of enemy you can hold onto
A ceremony you can belong to
It’s a contorted finger pointing
it’s nothing personal, just you and me
it’s that subjective picking, choosing
cueing up to cash that bounty
A kind of enemy
A ceremony
The story goes it’s been a long time
we run in circles as we acclimate
wanna believe we’re nothing like them
wanna believe in something, anything
The kind of enemy you can hold onto
A ceremony you can belong to
There There
What you want
what you need
what you love
who you really are
if you dare
if you don’t
if you tried and you wanna cry
there there
Seeing you, being two, facing one lost in motion
barricades going up coming down your arm against my bony shoulder feeling young
buying time and bumming one from you
there there
Cracking up, freaking out, staying in and losing every inch we’ve gained
angry tears getting free and letting you see my ugly side that wants to go out
throwing hands and fighting the world with you
Unexplored, ignored articles of brain and heart resuscitate, cpr, care and patient rage is making space for who we really are despite this world
it led me to you
there there
Believer
It heaves and hardens where it fell
its eyes are dry as I am drawn
and I wanna believe in something else
It wrings its hands and begins to fray
it still expands and I am stone
and I wanna believe in someone else
I still wanna believe
I still wanna believe
I still wanna believe
I still wanna believe
It licks its lips and I fail to see
its nails are long and I am gone
and I wanna believe in somewhere else
I still wanna believe
I still wanna believe
I still wanna believe
I still wanna believe
Masterpieces
We’ll never die
but go ahead repeat the old lie
make believe, it’s coming imminently true
seems to me the problem starts and ends with you
Is any of it real?
Least of all the hollow way I feel
coming home to ash and bone and steel
Can you admit as I must
that you don’t give a fuck about my world
Shoot out the lights all you can,
save the man, it’s just my world and it’s the end
well, you know
masterpieces they come
Brick and concrete
a hundred thousand years buried beneath while the stars witness the unholy
I take it in
and wrestle with the language to begin
I didn’t come to make a speech, I came to live
Bounty
Seeing Two
Seeing two, slipping through,
fastened by a line uncoiling with snow above and in between
Silent night, taking off,
I’m at a truckstop without light
I’m in the third aisle in plain sight and you’re
dragging your dirty boots through my head
making my mind up like it’s your own bed and laying in it
I confess emptiness
at the party noting the appeal
of living in a world that isn’t real
while all the heirs send their prayers,
glutted on a cake that’s spoiling
sweating it out like kerosene
and you’re dragging your dirty boots through my head
making my mind up like it’s your own bed and laying in it
Do you know what it means?
every other night I have this dream
from my own mouth a familiar voice screams
Me and mine, we are facing time
in the revelation of your country
measuring me by the tape of your fantasy