Sparkle Motion

it's laughable
the way this plays out in my eyes
while everyone in this place sleeps
i walk around like a goddamn ghost
stubing my toe
its hard to concentrate with all this peace
with everyone sleep walking
around me
wheres the action?
what happened to all the hype?
what happened to the things we did
just the other night?
double down
you ask for this and you take from that
just a vehicle for your means
it's sad
a sorry sorry state
a sorry sorry place to live in
but either kill yourself off
be bought off
or stand alongside
others like you
and laugh
laugh at all of this passive agressiveness
laugh at the dying creatures of the world
as they pass you on their way to their coffins

Hand me Downs

cigarettes and purple velvet
vegan insurance
and the moths float around my halo
tenth house teeth district
bite down
open your windows to let a little air in
stale dead air we both sit in
lengthly conversations about
about
about amusement
the fingers reach for the bottle
one for the mask, and one for the penetration
one for the chipper mood and remote injection
leaning back, placing hands behind my head
the sweat gathers in puddles
this empty bed
those hollow empty eyes
where nothing upon nothing
upon nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing
ever goes on
dance clown!
make a funny face
tell me a joke clown,
tripping over floppy feet and make up running
your deodorant smells like dog piss
thats a fact

Frankie Wilde

Everybody knows where you go,
When the sun goes down.
I think you only live,
To see the lights of town.
I wasted my time,
When I would try, try, try.
'Cause when the lights have lost their glow,
You'll cry, cry, cry.

Soon your sugar-daddies,
Will all be gone.
You'll wake up some cold day,
And find you're alone.
You'll call for me,
But I'm gonna tell you, "Bye, bye, bye."
When I turn around and walk away,
You'll cry, cry, cry.

You're gonna cry, cry, cry,
And you'll cry alone.
When everyone's forgotten,
And you're left on your own,
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.

I lie awake at night,
To wait till you come in.
You stay a little while,
And then you're gone again.
Every question that I ask,
I get a lie, lie, lie.
For every lie you tell,
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.

When your fickle love gets old,
No one will care for you.
You'll come back to me,
For a little love that's true.
I'll tell you no,
And then you'll ask me, "Why, why, why?"
When I remind you of all of this,
You'll cry, cry, cry.

You're gonna cry, cry, cry,
And you'll want me then,
It'll hurt when you think of,
The fool you've been.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.

You. Cubed.

for every one across
you get 2 down
different faces, places, all that shit
different bodies,
rich fucks who water their sidewalks
with blunt faces
as if hit with ugly stick
i weep for you
greedy ones, who evaporate with the tip
at least you are consistant
just when i think
maype perhaps
you might be half way okay
you do it
hitch a ride uptown
eat a meal from someone else
leave without goodbye
and thank you's are scarce in you
at least you are consistant
and here i stand
slumped shoulders
rapping and tapping my fingers
across your chest
sometimes believing
but mostly just sighing

JukeBox, Soap Box Derby Champ

i came tumbling down the hill, with a pocket full of plums
the fruits smashed, the juices mixed with the dirt
caked on my pants, on my arms and on my face
i was laughing the whole way through
i ran towards the house, the sun was just getting ready....

to go down

i was late, and i knew it
ma was in the front yard, starring off into the distance
ma had never been the same, since my brother Eli died
she laughed sometimes, but it was that sad laugh

the sound of a dying elk

i walked up to her and slid my head between her arm and side
she looked at me, with her fierce green eyes
"you're late.... pa's in the house"

she didn't even notice i was covered in plum juice dirt
she didn't notice i had both my elbows cut up
and she didn't notice my dirt drenched hair
she never noticed...

anything

just then pa came out, and ma walked into the house
slumped shoulders and all

"whats wrong with you boy? you're late,
and you look like a heffer had her way with you."

he crouched down and put his face close to mine
he smelled like Uncle Drake
the whiskey man
he also smelled like Aunt Mary
the cigarette queen

"now tell me where you were, or god help me
i'll whip you till the sun goes down"

kinda dramatic pa, you'd beat me, but whats with all
the analogies? can't you just laugh a little?
whats with all the pent up frustration and anger?
don't you get tired? sure as fuck makes me tired.

i'd never say that out loud, because even though its true,
he'd still beat me, and not let a word out.

"i was up on the hill, picking plums, and i was getting ready
to come down, but i saw the fields from up there, i saw our house,
and i tell ya pa, it was like a pretty picture. i starting thinking bout
the way you work so hard, and how i can admire that, how i want to work that hard,
and the way you keep us going even at the dark times, thats a man, i want to be a man pa, i want to put my foot down in the dirt and build something, a life, a dream,
a wife and a nice suit. will you teach me pa? will you teach me to be a good man?"

he stood there for a moment, head cocked to the side, one eye shut, like he was going to shoot a turkey, then he put his hand on my shoulder, and rubbed my hair around.

then he punched me straight in the mouth, and the blood rushed outta my gums, under my tongue and straight out into the air. he hit me again, this time in the eye, and i started tearing up, but i didn't make a sound because he likes that, he wanted me to cry and i wouldn't give him that.

i hit the floor, and the plum juice blood and dirt all came together around my mouth.
it was pain

"that'll teach you to patronize me you son of a bitch."

and then he left

and i just laughed