Eh.

theres more coming. hold tight

Raquel - Bad Religion

you believed in Scientology
and fucked my brother before me
he fucked you drunk
and pushed your tampon way up into you
and then i came after
and penetrated
just like everyone else
but you fucked like a banshee
you fucked like a catholic
i was surprised
oh
man
that's bad
but it was nice when we would take your dog to the park
Silverlake dog park
and we'd hang with the hipsters
and you'd come over and make me dinner
but still
you were time passed
the cup was half full on that one

Melissa - AFI

so i moved out of my parents house
still recovering from the last two
mainly the first
hardwood floors and i slept in the living room
my neighbors from ohio,
two chicks
had a friend named Melissa
who wanted to be a stripper
in my new place, i lived with my adopted brother
lets call him J
one night, we all went out
J put in work on Melissa
oh did i mention
she wanted to be a stripper
Melissa
about 100lbs, 5'5"
with a C cup
ahhh shit son
it was nice
i picked up where one left off
and before i knew it
i had her doggie style,
as i was coming to terms with a new naked chick
i always thought of my ex
cause you're 20
and still caught up in your shit
i loved too much at that time
and scared her into oblivion
but she tasted like cinnamon
and each time i pumped into her
she took it like a champ
never shy
good girl
here's a biscuit for you

Valerie - The Distillers

you had a kid when i met you
while i was being a slave
at Barru
working at Smart and Final
you had that cute face
some kind of style
while you swam in that big stripped shirt
and tight dickies
lifting your ass into oblivion
our first date
in my car
we were making out
and i was so vulnerable
yet brave
you didn't know it, but i shot the batman line
"chicks dig the car"
you didn't get it
nor will you ever
i couldn't take your pants off
so we'd lay in my bed and make out until 5am
in my parents house
in the same room that housed my first and last girl
you remember that time she walked in on us laying on the bed?
you ran to your car,
she hugged my leg as i walked out to my car
to chase you
we were suppose to watch "a Bronx Tale"
never got the chance
finally we reconciled
but it was never the same
you wrote lame ass poems about lame ass shit
which is what you who are reading this
say about my lame ass shit
whatever
Valerie gave wonderful head
but never swallowed
that speaks for itself

Sonia - The Postal Service

so much to tell....
small petite girl
my first
always tasted of peach
the bed was pushed up against the corner in my room
i'd take her between the Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison poster
at night she'd sleep next to me
and i'd look over at her
in my absent mind
and whisper things about love
meh
i was 19
what else you want from a 19 year old
it's funny how two clueless people can love each other
and not know what's floating out there
outside the door
my dog use to piss on everything in our room
i let another girl look through my dvd's one time
and she remarked, "these smell like dog piss"
i laughed
and didn't feel bad at all
sonia
the first one
you sit in my stomach
and now like soda and bitters
i feel better for knowing

Deaf at 20

you pile like flies on shit
i'm left with too many options
i question myself
and what would the good guy do?
i see the situations
i didn't before
we fit like puzzle pieces
together naked in bed
dame carinos papi
we rub
until skin raw
i fuck greater as a humble man
than a man with too many options
but alas,
none of you actually want anything
other than some company
a cigarette
a warm body
and a drink
what do you think when you look at me?
you don't
you don't think
you only reach for the nearest pole
and circumscribe everything you knew
before
deaf at 20
it starts in one ear
so we can't hear your shit
no more
5
4
3
2
done

C Minor

i've had so many run through
from each i took a piece
and learned to pick and choose
from each of all of you
i peeled away the layers of books
and found dead beat pages
bookmarks moved from one story to another
incestuous breeding
sister
brother
in hell
your mother
with fornication in her mouth
tell them i'm real scary
i've been in this place
take a walk buddy
and what's your problem man?
quit being a monkey
find out why he left
and maybe you'll get him back here

Theres no Such Plate

in a city where everyone wants something
to be something
a rock star,
actors,
painters,
hair stylist,
promoters,
writers,
we are all such pigs
painted faces
wobbling in feces
rubbing it across our bodies
and decorating ourselves
with shiny sparkly beautiful "things"

ahhhhh

in a city where even the lights have regret
and the tall buildings are covered in bird shit
sidewalks covered in gum
and the gutters run purple with sangria
the bums sleep in the park
and pass the bottle
toothless laughs
and wide eyed grins
blind men with machine guns
not caring who they hit
its perfect

in a city where everyone loves
bukowski
kerouac and thompson
$90 fedoras with $60 ray-bans
faded band shirts
and denim tights
vegans
oh so rail thin
with your eyes sulked in

in a city where either way
the girls will come around here
with your sniffled coke dusted nose
held high in the air
with your loss of words
any other way you'll never be anything
but meat
dense meat
in line for the slaughter
and even the vegans cry out
"why are they looking at us like that?"

and still..

the t.v is on,
barely audible
goddamn dirty Billy Mays bastard
the girl across the hall is coming home
i hear her and boyfriend wobbling up the stairs
*giggle*
then the coffee machine makes it's last spurts
.....and it's quiet
a balloon shaped like a dog is taped to my wall
and sometimes i pet him
he'll never reach that bone
bastard
also, a small christmas tree
complete with fedora and sunglasses
he doesn't make as good conversation as the bear
and after all that
..it's still quiet
the birds chirp outside and small drafts of cold air come in
carrying that morning wetness
i put my face against the screen and wait
wait for the next small bit of air
if you make it this far
you've really fallen in
haven't you now?

Delicious

sometimes i just want to see some shit blow up
put a couple of explosives in a shoe
and watch the canvas fly
i don't shoot guns
for i have a weak trigger finger
but i hear bow and arrows are making a comeback
so i always have that
guitar strings break
and i've learned to work around that
cars break
they die
they cough
the windows fall down into their slots
i hear the passing trains
feel their rumble in my bed
hear their horns echo off the hillside
and shake me awake
i rub against your backside
and you moan a little
and jam your ass into my crouch
fuck you're so beautiful when you are quiet
sucks you have to pretend when you're awake
i pretend too...
around
you

That Sad Little Lamb

i watched how she pushed her tits up against the rail
she smelled like the ocean
her sad sagging chest
matched her sad sagging face
and i chalked up my hand
as she lifted her skirt in the photo booth
next door
i hear the old hag cough
night after night
i wonder if she hears the moans of the girls
that have rotated out of this bed
if only one of you were good
you'd stay
but you're not
and that's whats really sad
it's true that i love women
your unique smells
your soft skin and flowing hair
the shape of your skulls
your eyes and the way the light catches your face
it makes me weak in the knees
it makes my stomach knot
and my brain limp
and my balls swell with thoughts
but god
sometimes
you really drive it home
you'll never have all of me
because you'll never give
anything except what you want back
i hate men as well
you smug motherfuckers
i have to live with this
i can't just off myself
and in the event that i did
i'd take a large group of hipsters with me
i'd take that whole line of schmucks waiting outside
of American apparel for the cashier job
you make me sad
because you can't find your own identity
and you can't see beyond the scene
its true i'm not holy
but i rejoice in knowing
that i'm trying the best i can
everyday

sitting there
with our arms intangled
your hair sticking to your forehead
the sweet stench of whiskey
it was enough to make us smile
simple
simple minded drunks
how
sad
exactly