I'm an intellectual dead ringer for a living legend.
I'm a carbon copy of strontium 90's greatest fear.
I have come to haunt Los Angeles.

Far from the quiet, supple melodies of freedom and quenching-thirst and
far be it from me to touch you in that special way;
your pedestal has always been outside my reach,
and the glare from the sun has been outstanding,
and the isolation desolate.

sit back, relax, and take it all in stride
find yourself a good excuse for every time you've lied
sip a nice hot cup of tea, and let your conscience wander

(to be completed later)

shiny, on a tuesday afternoon, she's so
shiny, makes me want to say something
'bout her hair. easy wind blowing through
the apathetic leaves lifts the satisfying
feeling from my tongue. desperation heals
the unaffected in a manner most precisely
labeled "cutting off the wound."

looks like another rainy label-chasing whore;
looks like another nifty style;
looks like my mind has changed
with every passing mile.
looks down on high society,
looks up to high propriety,
looking for a hiding place
to stash away denial.

my fear is a boat

"you're not much of a skater," and the
reply was "you're not much of a loverboy."
plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose.
"I'm not looking for a romantic relationship
right now," but she can't keep her pants
on, and which one is right, her or the pants?
my fear is a boat. come sail away!
das ist nicht ein boot!

in a world where haunted dreams in a word in an essence...
"in a bit, dear" and you take the garbage out
four fucking hours later
oh, but those were good hours
solid hours, hours of beef and pleasure and mocking

some poke and prod at the itching wrist wound
caused by negligence and profound belief
twisted, you exclaim, she must be twisted
to have turned out just so
perfect

perfect day

"such a perfect day, perfect day," she tells me.
restless. jumpy.
unnerving is this whole situation to where my
chair won't fit comfortably underneath, nor thrown.
it is theoretically possible that a slight infraction
was intentionally committed--I was not entirely existant.