Monday, November 23, 2009

banned books

it costs too much to stay alive,
so we're going to die when we're twenty five
we'll save ourselves some years of hell
we'll dry out with our bank accounts

wait, wait!
take the bait!
pray wait and listen
(everyone i know is hanging from the same rope)

we're just ghost skin
laying in the sheets that we slept in
going back on promises
and human connections
take the bait!
just, pray wait and listen.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Out in the open,

We’ve been Hanging out too much on richmond street
If you see me at the same bar tomorrow night
You may as well just kill me,
Or at least buy me a drink,
Meet me half way with some courtesy
Convicts with conjectures running around
Turning talbot into the mean streets
Said it’s all yellow lights if you look at it right
Handed off some speed and sped on through
Knew how the market grew.
Screen doors with holes near the floor
Never closed anyways,
Let the breeze carry the sweat while it beads,
soaks in and stains
And she never said she could save you
But she knew a guy who she thought could help
All these uptown pricks
Trying to be lions but there no bigger
Then these mice sneaking into my house

Friday, November 13, 2009

a plea bargin and a leap of faith

When your on your way to Kingston
Hell’s not an option it’s a distance
They burnt me down and smoked me out
Like a snake

Muttering confessions
I know she’ll end up in heaven
I’ll be behind these bars
Watching chariots take the gates

Monday, November 9, 2009

your smile says you love me,
but my hearts been wondering
and your touch doesn't feel the same,

and i thought i came off strong
but my words were weak.
lost in the vocabulary;
she found a flower but
picked the weed.
built up the walls but
the roof still leaked.

and now i've got my head in the oven,
because shes got a bump to her stomach
and i haven't worked in a while
and I've got a family on the southside
of town,
she doesn't even know about.

keep east

Ted Hughes

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Make it a close shave,
be sure to match your leathers.
Straight faced,
well aged with an
after taste.
birds of a feather.
Strong believer in old advice
the late night Fathers, Fathers kind.
lead the rather you drink at their table
then have to drive kind of life.
worked in sales and knew how to lie.
Had a wife but she died.
had a heart but the beat
wasn't right.
knew some knots,
tied up his lose ends
and said good bye.
Left the note on the chair
for his son to find.