Saturday, August 27, 2011

$

For now I just feed my friends
dollar signs,
And they're satisfied.

And infinite in the reflections in my eyes

Two mirrors
Six of me
All assholes.

just just

just don't let these trees
be the last things I see.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

curtain call

A Red Curtain surrounds the pond,
Who decided to turn the lights out?
That it was time for the curtain to drop?

Red red ring,
and what does it bring?
A lot of nothing,
emptiness
and waiting.

Warm water dark,
enclosed in a decisive circle-
To become black with only lights from the one moon and few stars.

More lights picked out of the sky
one by one
night by night
until the only ones left are too dim
and hide everything from
sight.

Dark red ring getting darker.
Inverted curtain
containing failed creations
with love already spent
and trashed,
rotting on the ground
to wait until curtain call.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

observationssobretodo

Sunsetssofuckingslow
Cricketsaresupposedtosurge-notblend
Misputosojosyasecruzan
fuckfuckfuck
carajojoder.

Whydoestheslidermakeshapes?

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

gone again

One hour is Washington
and then is Oregon
and then back in

(siempre, carajo, siempre)
Repitiéndome como si no fuera más para hacer
que el mismo otra vez y otra vez y

Cars are miles for miles for miles are miles
-And then is nothing.

Dirt and hills are forever and ever and
Cars no longer, ground into pavement is a piece of every puto tire- no respect
Telephone poles are also forever
and their wires hum a melody across the country,
a harmony I'm singing, in and out of tune,
with every hill & trees & everything that you can see
y al fin y al cabo, si aún estás conmi-
go, deseo que veas, que veas, (ojalá) tú veas to-
do.
Foreign to these lands (and to everywhere again)
Sólo necesito una mano (¡sólo una!), ¿y me la des?
God, fucking soltero y todo vuelve otra vez
a nuevo si (oh, tal vez) me la des,
y te doy todo que quieras otra vez y otra vez.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

- - - - -

"How many more of these do I have left in me?"

". . ."

Monday, August 1, 2011

¿Adónde?

(*),אני רוצה ללכת לשם
Adónde mis sueños (ojalá) vivan.
But when I arrive to another empty skyline,
I'll just worry about where my time's gone.



*anee rotseh leh-lehcheht leh-shahm.
("I want to go there")

la cuestión

Why, oh why,
with so many god damned stars in the sky
must my sharp eyes
pick out the same ones, night after night?