i'm a second hand smoker
a back seat driver
the third wheel
i hear in mono
i walk a little slow
it takes me a long time to heal
perfect is a far cry from here
money does not grow in my wallet
ambition is not my staple
beauty is not my mark
two hours of sleep never did me any favors
but then again, neither did you while i was awake
naw, i think you were better in my dreams
there all these seams make sense
the best article of clothing i got
stenched in smoke
stained by patterns that do not adhere
the perfect loud to be inappropriate
different
not a pretty girl
the just-right quiet hush to hear the wind blow through this skirt
this fucking hurts
this poetry
my muscles
doing the right thing
right
right
there's no magic here
i've never been that pretty
never fit in that picture frame
not my claim to fame
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
a measure
Sometimes I get so sad
Dont know what brings it our of me
Why my eyes sink low while looking up towards the sky
Trying to catch that pretty light from the sun
Out my back window
I imagine someone looking through right back at me
Like a mirror
Giving my life some sort of worth
Holding my hand so sweet like
Holding my dreams so careful like
Such hopeless wishes
Pointless ramblings
Early morning will do a girl in like that
Music like this will only rewind you
Only to put you right back out there
Alone
Fend for yourself my friend
Take it in doses
Swallow this pill of life
Take out those boxing gloves and learn to punch with an embrace
A hug
So tender
A song so real
Sing to me
Harmony bring me here
For now, my pillow, my knee
Sometimes Im not strong enough to hold it up
My veins pop out of my hand
Because I think, may, just maybe, there are so many other places it wants to be
So for now they are anchored in these words
Weighted by my head on my knee
My ear listening to this song
All this uncried tears
Im not going to, you know
I wont do it
Not one tear
Wont blow my cover
Wont take off these boxing gloves
But every once and awhile
This song
This song will break me down in its single lyric
And Ill feel a little weak in my gut
A little heavy
But just for a moment
Just a bar or two
Dont know what brings it our of me
Why my eyes sink low while looking up towards the sky
Trying to catch that pretty light from the sun
Out my back window
I imagine someone looking through right back at me
Like a mirror
Giving my life some sort of worth
Holding my hand so sweet like
Holding my dreams so careful like
Such hopeless wishes
Pointless ramblings
Early morning will do a girl in like that
Music like this will only rewind you
Only to put you right back out there
Alone
Fend for yourself my friend
Take it in doses
Swallow this pill of life
Take out those boxing gloves and learn to punch with an embrace
A hug
So tender
A song so real
Sing to me
Harmony bring me here
For now, my pillow, my knee
Sometimes Im not strong enough to hold it up
My veins pop out of my hand
Because I think, may, just maybe, there are so many other places it wants to be
So for now they are anchored in these words
Weighted by my head on my knee
My ear listening to this song
All this uncried tears
Im not going to, you know
I wont do it
Not one tear
Wont blow my cover
Wont take off these boxing gloves
But every once and awhile
This song
This song will break me down in its single lyric
And Ill feel a little weak in my gut
A little heavy
But just for a moment
Just a bar or two
shorehouse jazz session 1
marlow
lady basco
@ work on the back of a time card
always fighting time, for what?
who told me fighting was to be done by taking orders?
from the gourding adorers of eating disorders
affording the company of long legs and short skirts
the last ditch
effort-
*last call
but it's never the last call
there's another and another
from voicemail to text box
looking for finality
-closure
but there is always more
like we close our checks
the closure
a hex/ a curse
like the coins in a purse-
what's worse?
the hours we work
or the pay with no perks?
your face, another customer
this place-
you're so fucking amatuer
as you fondle her
you look over her hair
a ravenous stare- at some other fair
or fare-
devil may care
a better whore for less ware
and so pretty she wears pink on her lips
with your eyes undressing her hips
but holding that one in front of you
never satisfied, never enough
no one is, the one
pink always looks better than blue
or yellow like the cab- after she picks up the tab
and you follow her out- her curly tail and snout
last call- she was pink
and now in the light- you think...
what's that phone number about
how does she twirl when i lick her in that spot
what would she do if i tugged a little longer
what eyes will she have for me in the morning
storming-
and what's with the business card
a pink shiny lip glossed
tub of lard
from the fryer
we rehire- then fire
then recount the retired
french fried- untied
then sun dried
24 hours- and then back again
here comes dank deville with that slimy grin
i want to pour ranch down your advice
shut my eyes on you
have to realize something better than this burger and fries
you want me to suck your dick
while i'm serving your mozzarella sticks
but that's not my gig
so stop trying to dig
cause your shovel is broke
and your game is a joke
so please let me smoke
alone
or in quiet
because i closed the doors to lock out the bores
to even the scores
not to open my sores
and even if i were opening them
the invite is not yours
and this ain't a titty bar
and those ain't the keys to your car
so find that girl with the business card
i'm sure you guys will go far
and her pink shiny lips
will match your 10 percent tips
and as your front side unzips
you can think of the clink of the glass- the crash of the
plates the drinking of this ink
got you on the brink of this running sink
but this ain't your sunday mass
and you can't throw us out like trash
or as the door hits your ass on the way out
of my life
my face
my issues
my space
sick of this chase
i'm riding on the bass of your voice
that night we made the choice
to love
to let you in- not knowing the
that you would surround yourself
with a safety net that would not hold you
soon it will break
with the weight of our hate
lady basco
@ work on the back of a time card
always fighting time, for what?
who told me fighting was to be done by taking orders?
from the gourding adorers of eating disorders
affording the company of long legs and short skirts
the last ditch
effort-
*last call
but it's never the last call
there's another and another
from voicemail to text box
looking for finality
-closure
but there is always more
like we close our checks
the closure
a hex/ a curse
like the coins in a purse-
what's worse?
the hours we work
or the pay with no perks?
your face, another customer
this place-
you're so fucking amatuer
as you fondle her
you look over her hair
a ravenous stare- at some other fair
or fare-
devil may care
a better whore for less ware
and so pretty she wears pink on her lips
with your eyes undressing her hips
but holding that one in front of you
never satisfied, never enough
no one is, the one
pink always looks better than blue
or yellow like the cab- after she picks up the tab
and you follow her out- her curly tail and snout
last call- she was pink
and now in the light- you think...
what's that phone number about
how does she twirl when i lick her in that spot
what would she do if i tugged a little longer
what eyes will she have for me in the morning
storming-
and what's with the business card
a pink shiny lip glossed
tub of lard
from the fryer
we rehire- then fire
then recount the retired
french fried- untied
then sun dried
24 hours- and then back again
here comes dank deville with that slimy grin
i want to pour ranch down your advice
shut my eyes on you
have to realize something better than this burger and fries
you want me to suck your dick
while i'm serving your mozzarella sticks
but that's not my gig
so stop trying to dig
cause your shovel is broke
and your game is a joke
so please let me smoke
alone
or in quiet
because i closed the doors to lock out the bores
to even the scores
not to open my sores
and even if i were opening them
the invite is not yours
and this ain't a titty bar
and those ain't the keys to your car
so find that girl with the business card
i'm sure you guys will go far
and her pink shiny lips
will match your 10 percent tips
and as your front side unzips
you can think of the clink of the glass- the crash of the
plates the drinking of this ink
got you on the brink of this running sink
but this ain't your sunday mass
and you can't throw us out like trash
or as the door hits your ass on the way out
of my life
my face
my issues
my space
sick of this chase
i'm riding on the bass of your voice
that night we made the choice
to love
to let you in- not knowing the
that you would surround yourself
with a safety net that would not hold you
soon it will break
with the weight of our hate
shorehouse jazz session 2
title: potted plants
the only
marlow
lady basco
Naked face
Lost keys
At work
But not working
Came here to spend
So lend me an ear
Find my keys
My sanity
Give me a donut
A cup of joe
But I do not
Really know
How to unlock
The door
Any other way
So please
My keys
Suddenly appear
Dont leave
Like everyone else in my life
Right
Another sob story
Right
The little girl of abandonment
Stranger to entitlement
Blame it on the Tapatio man
You know he saw
Them disappear
But he doesnt care
Hes got better things
To do
Like wear
A sombrero
Burn someones taste buds
Add some spice to a dull life
So Ill shrug
For a moment
Forget the keys
Just be
Here with the only
Here with marlow
Counter me
Chili cheese fry dreams
Yellow tickets go round
Come out with the plates
Workout while making money
Smile for that tip
Stare at this lip
While I bite my tongue
You stutter drunk
And Im the punk
Lucky theres no spit in your food
Im not that rude
Dont flatter yourself
Youre just another case on the shelf-
A lost sense of self
Aloneon the phone with no cab ride home
What would change
This feeling?
Chili cheese fries catch
My eyes and promise
Me the power of the delicate flower my sweet midori sour
Sour like the hours wasting away at the shorehouse café
Watching night put on day
Day wear night
Wait
What day is it today
Its always early when you dont sleep
Its always late when youre awake
As if to awake to the tableau of the fake will make it okay
To face a new daywithout pay
Cash over fist
the taxable pissed..
we can swipe the cards of 1000 retards
and still come back to bitch
you make me itch
twitch
Im allergic to you
So tragic, its true
So whats new with you?
Is your life still filled with dumb news?
Your girlfriend is sick-in the bathroom of doom
Is your credit declined
Your parking ticket fined
Your parents in line
To pay of the debt of this time
You fucking slime
Ew
Sick of your spew
Never something new
Show me your tattoos
Show me your smile
Youre so hot
Whats your hang out spot
Here
You queer
As I dole out warm beer
You watch my ass as I deliver that glass
of what helps you steer clear
of whats really here
of whats in the mirror
Like the one in the mens room
Washing your hands
Ignoring the smell
That stands the test of time
And the sign
Our window reads outstanding breakfast lunch and dinner
It should say welcome! Come on in and be my middle of the night splinter
Right under my nails
For a piece of tail
At the pace of a snailwith the sour dough
Stalelike you
Shoot
The waitresses be pretty
The waitresses bring me my food
Im a washed up pity
Im just another loud dude
Hey
I dont usually do this
But miss
I was wondering if I could get your number
Take you away from this
Maybe offer you a kiss
And from the corner of my lip a curl
As I dismiss
You dick
Im not that kind of girl
I suppose you usually dont sleep either
Or eat
Or fart
Because youre not human
And you must not be if you survive
This meal
Which will steal nutrition from your body
What a deal
Im your after 2 o clock thrill
Does your wife know you live out your fantasies with the server
On the corner
She can find you on 2nd and la verne
Would she be concerned
Undress me more
Im your aproned whore
Do you think shed mind
While I serve your fries
I fuck you on top of the open menu
Suck you while you drink your au jus
Sugar your coffee with my saliva
Be the company to your insomnia
Hold your hand while you fork my cunt
Be the understand in your drunken blunt
Cradle your words like I care
As I interpret your cock eyed stare
As something less than debonair
I could tear you apart
Destroy all you are
If you could see in my head
You would cry in your bed
If you knew how I felt
Past the tuna melt
If you knew that when I see you wave at the door
I wave back and under my breath I abhor
You
And all that are with you.yeah you know my name.but so do the others
And your mother
And your brother
Its all undercover
You werent expecting a one- eared lover
Surprise surprise
Theres a sudden change in your eyes
Or the hard core punk rocker that has a fucking daughter
A face of an angel-mouth of a sailor
You wait at the door for the angst to unpour
Your slurred gibberish
A mouthful of shit
But enough about you
And your george Jefferson pimp walk
Im a little more than this pink blue purple blonde mohawk
Got these lines in my head
When put together resemble words
Theres a vacancy in my bed
A soul alone waiting to be heard
Not by myself
Upon a roach littered mattress
While you try to impress me like a left handed hat trick
I am past this unattractive
pro-active underhanded
manipulation
masturbation
cause you get off on yourself anyway
could have been any girl
any girl at all
pick your pleasure
well hope for some sort of treasure
no
no
our guard will not go down
were the girls behind the counter
the regulars of this town
youre amused
were abused
but its part of our truce
right?
Nice talking with you tonight
Heres your tab
Whenever youre ready
no hurry
please
please
by all means, go on with your story
Im listening
Im happy
Where the fuck are my keys
Fucking palm trees
the only
marlow
lady basco
Naked face
Lost keys
At work
But not working
Came here to spend
So lend me an ear
Find my keys
My sanity
Give me a donut
A cup of joe
But I do not
Really know
How to unlock
The door
Any other way
So please
My keys
Suddenly appear
Dont leave
Like everyone else in my life
Right
Another sob story
Right
The little girl of abandonment
Stranger to entitlement
Blame it on the Tapatio man
You know he saw
Them disappear
But he doesnt care
Hes got better things
To do
Like wear
A sombrero
Burn someones taste buds
Add some spice to a dull life
So Ill shrug
For a moment
Forget the keys
Just be
Here with the only
Here with marlow
Counter me
Chili cheese fry dreams
Yellow tickets go round
Come out with the plates
Workout while making money
Smile for that tip
Stare at this lip
While I bite my tongue
You stutter drunk
And Im the punk
Lucky theres no spit in your food
Im not that rude
Dont flatter yourself
Youre just another case on the shelf-
A lost sense of self
Aloneon the phone with no cab ride home
What would change
This feeling?
Chili cheese fries catch
My eyes and promise
Me the power of the delicate flower my sweet midori sour
Sour like the hours wasting away at the shorehouse café
Watching night put on day
Day wear night
Wait
What day is it today
Its always early when you dont sleep
Its always late when youre awake
As if to awake to the tableau of the fake will make it okay
To face a new daywithout pay
Cash over fist
the taxable pissed..
we can swipe the cards of 1000 retards
and still come back to bitch
you make me itch
twitch
Im allergic to you
So tragic, its true
So whats new with you?
Is your life still filled with dumb news?
Your girlfriend is sick-in the bathroom of doom
Is your credit declined
Your parking ticket fined
Your parents in line
To pay of the debt of this time
You fucking slime
Ew
Sick of your spew
Never something new
Show me your tattoos
Show me your smile
Youre so hot
Whats your hang out spot
Here
You queer
As I dole out warm beer
You watch my ass as I deliver that glass
of what helps you steer clear
of whats really here
of whats in the mirror
Like the one in the mens room
Washing your hands
Ignoring the smell
That stands the test of time
And the sign
Our window reads outstanding breakfast lunch and dinner
It should say welcome! Come on in and be my middle of the night splinter
Right under my nails
For a piece of tail
At the pace of a snailwith the sour dough
Stalelike you
Shoot
The waitresses be pretty
The waitresses bring me my food
Im a washed up pity
Im just another loud dude
Hey
I dont usually do this
But miss
I was wondering if I could get your number
Take you away from this
Maybe offer you a kiss
And from the corner of my lip a curl
As I dismiss
You dick
Im not that kind of girl
I suppose you usually dont sleep either
Or eat
Or fart
Because youre not human
And you must not be if you survive
This meal
Which will steal nutrition from your body
What a deal
Im your after 2 o clock thrill
Does your wife know you live out your fantasies with the server
On the corner
She can find you on 2nd and la verne
Would she be concerned
Undress me more
Im your aproned whore
Do you think shed mind
While I serve your fries
I fuck you on top of the open menu
Suck you while you drink your au jus
Sugar your coffee with my saliva
Be the company to your insomnia
Hold your hand while you fork my cunt
Be the understand in your drunken blunt
Cradle your words like I care
As I interpret your cock eyed stare
As something less than debonair
I could tear you apart
Destroy all you are
If you could see in my head
You would cry in your bed
If you knew how I felt
Past the tuna melt
If you knew that when I see you wave at the door
I wave back and under my breath I abhor
You
And all that are with you.yeah you know my name.but so do the others
And your mother
And your brother
Its all undercover
You werent expecting a one- eared lover
Surprise surprise
Theres a sudden change in your eyes
Or the hard core punk rocker that has a fucking daughter
A face of an angel-mouth of a sailor
You wait at the door for the angst to unpour
Your slurred gibberish
A mouthful of shit
But enough about you
And your george Jefferson pimp walk
Im a little more than this pink blue purple blonde mohawk
Got these lines in my head
When put together resemble words
Theres a vacancy in my bed
A soul alone waiting to be heard
Not by myself
Upon a roach littered mattress
While you try to impress me like a left handed hat trick
I am past this unattractive
pro-active underhanded
manipulation
masturbation
cause you get off on yourself anyway
could have been any girl
any girl at all
pick your pleasure
well hope for some sort of treasure
no
no
our guard will not go down
were the girls behind the counter
the regulars of this town
youre amused
were abused
but its part of our truce
right?
Nice talking with you tonight
Heres your tab
Whenever youre ready
no hurry
please
please
by all means, go on with your story
Im listening
Im happy
Where the fuck are my keys
Fucking palm trees
Saturday, May 27, 2006
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