Saturday, July 26, 2014
intermezzo
we were born in an empty town. you looked out from the backseat. laughed at the people staring out from behind their faces. took long walks down long streets. faces brown and glistening from the sun. tried to keep up with your friends. half in the ditch. half on the sidewalk. the boys would be boys. fell through roofs. teased the girls until they cried. peeked through cracks in doors. wrapped ourselves up in sweaters. pretended to be teenagers. pretended to be adults. snuck into theatres. discovered john lennon. got drunk for the first time. got high for the first time. sat in trees. made lemonade on barmy days. outgrew our clothes. outgrew our friends. skipped school. courted trouble. bummed about in dead shopping malls. slept with other people. watched as the planes took off and landed. somewhere along the line we grew up. somewhere along the line we grew old.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
head
Perhaps you should not have loved so fiercely,
But a little more deeply.
We fall in love with signs and symbols, implied meaning, projections of a future.
We fall for reality television, smiling packaging, charismatic talkers.
We read the papers, we have opinions on politics, we contribute to conversation.
We smoke the cigarettes, we take the trips, we carouse and dance.
We march in rallies, we wave flags, we castigate the old regimes.
We smile at strangers, wait meekly in queues, abdicate seats for septuagenarians on the train.
We fuck our lovers, we kiss our mothers, we teach our daughters to be gentle and clever.
We bake cakes, we celebrate birthdays and weddings, we get sentimental at the movies.
We walk in parks, we smell the trees, we have a modest appreciation of beauty.
We spiral into sadness, we laugh delirious with happiness, mostly we straddle in between.
We find solace in ourselves, we shift the burden of meaning to others, we exist quite temporally.
We work a little too willingly, we travel now and then, we start to dream through our kiddies.
We pass on stories, we erase memories, we grow ripe and fat and old.
We paint, we write, and we sing.
We know everything about nothing worth remembering.
But a little more deeply.
We fall in love with signs and symbols, implied meaning, projections of a future.
We fall for reality television, smiling packaging, charismatic talkers.
We read the papers, we have opinions on politics, we contribute to conversation.
We smoke the cigarettes, we take the trips, we carouse and dance.
We march in rallies, we wave flags, we castigate the old regimes.
We smile at strangers, wait meekly in queues, abdicate seats for septuagenarians on the train.
We fuck our lovers, we kiss our mothers, we teach our daughters to be gentle and clever.
We bake cakes, we celebrate birthdays and weddings, we get sentimental at the movies.
We walk in parks, we smell the trees, we have a modest appreciation of beauty.
We spiral into sadness, we laugh delirious with happiness, mostly we straddle in between.
We find solace in ourselves, we shift the burden of meaning to others, we exist quite temporally.
We work a little too willingly, we travel now and then, we start to dream through our kiddies.
We pass on stories, we erase memories, we grow ripe and fat and old.
We paint, we write, and we sing.
We know everything about nothing worth remembering.
Monday, July 14, 2014
sweets
Kerouac said "One day I will find the right words and they will be simple"
I listen to "Wait" by M83 and I experience a swelling in my heart that eventually tapers off and becomes complete stillness.
Clocks tick on by. Tick tick tick. Time's memory - faulty or photographic?
I want to make love to you on LSD.
You paint the candle holders. You paint the bowls. You paint the chairs. You paint the knobs on our doors. Time passes, do you realise that you paint me too?
I listen to "Wait" by M83 and I experience a swelling in my heart that eventually tapers off and becomes complete stillness.
Clocks tick on by. Tick tick tick. Time's memory - faulty or photographic?
I want to make love to you on LSD.
You paint the candle holders. You paint the bowls. You paint the chairs. You paint the knobs on our doors. Time passes, do you realise that you paint me too?
Friday, July 11, 2014
ellephant
I know this face,
I've seen it a long time ago.
I know this face,
It was wrapped in a rosy, red hue.
I know this face,
I thought was lost one life ago.
But now I know this face,
And its hue,
Its hue is shiny new.
I've seen it a long time ago.
I know this face,
It was wrapped in a rosy, red hue.
I know this face,
I thought was lost one life ago.
But now I know this face,
And its hue,
Its hue is shiny new.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
we have our looks and perfume on
Be still for a second
while I try and
try to
pin your flowers on
la
la
la
la
la
while I try and
try to
pin your flowers on
la
la
la
la
la
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