Monday, December 21, 2009

beer tears

liquid gold is tumbling down
changing nothing it surrounds
it taints already tainted parts
but it feels as good as fucking you
it makes me feel like touching you
when all my body feels is pain
a string of lights surrounds me
but my eyes remain
on the ground

i never said this isn't me
sadness blooms from my being
i try to make the garden full
so the weed won't penetrate me
but it keeps on generating
so hold me tight now, baby
'cos i keep looking to the past
the lists of plans i made in oakland
the promises i made to him
keep making them to each new man
it's finally time to burn those plans

for now, i'll keep swimming
wading through the grainy colors
tomorrow you'll be just another

Sunday, December 20, 2009

another winter

this seat warms my back my ass my legs
and i don't feel a thing that's out of place
the miles and miles of street lights we follow
they don't bother me tonight
i'm bathing in that bright orange light

it's so soft and colorful and deep in my chest
it's the chilly lace that appears as your breath
it's the ribbon that links two bodies together
thickening as you wait for the culmination
the most bittersweet frustration

it's a waiting game now
i'm checking my cell phone
to look for the time
'cos he just called me his own

he's in the car now and he feels up her tits
god knows if he's picturing some other chick
i don't think she cares
'cos those hands feel so good
and the air gets hotter
and her eyes look so green
he won't see the beauty
he's going so quick

so glad we didn't let that bomb hit the ground
what begins in chaos ends in chaos
everything is now draped so anxiously good
but whatever, who cares
we'll bring it all down