alive or something like it
among the empty houses
i sit upon their mental furniture
they won the war
for war
so we can have it all the time
it’s just another gathering
A social noose
this jacket and tie
judge and jury
the sweat and the tape
the give of the hollow hardwood
we’re round from all angles
we’re broken answers and crooked smiles
your latest
florescent
counter top
philosophy
like arithmetic
and other forgotten rituals
i see the future
processed, ironic and dead
you’re just one in a murder
swaying directionless in mid flight
i laugh and welcome myself to
the old western front
everyone’s got
their own barrel
to scrape
three reasons to walk home
Monday, November 10, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
age has an honest stride:
don't question anything
it's the surest thing
you'll go to sleep
and wake up as yourself
the you that you know
a layer thinner
a little more grey
safe and dead
dumber all the same
404 point 2:
i'll
stop
giving
my
opinion
about
people
when
i
start
being
wrong
about
them
10 East to the 60:
everyday
you take
you tire
insulted
like
gunfire
don't question anything
it's the surest thing
you'll go to sleep
and wake up as yourself
the you that you know
a layer thinner
a little more grey
safe and dead
dumber all the same
404 point 2:
i'll
stop
giving
my
opinion
about
people
when
i
start
being
wrong
about
them
10 East to the 60:
everyday
you take
you tire
insulted
like
gunfire