Many days I've known
And many more have come,
But each day that’s shone
Was drowned out by a drum.
The worldly nights you gave me
Weave eternal weeks,
And though Sunday may forgive me
Monday never speaks.
The fan stops, the room warms.
Disasters, like perfections,
Happen with majestic rarity
All the time.
What town's nearby? Where's the road?
Well, you're not so far, though it's hard to see.
You give bad directions and point at air
While I eat a Snickers by the vending machine
(act like you care, I say to me).
The nice lady's Billy boy moans
In the backseat, like his father,
Hungry and not alone.
You start the fan, unplug the phone.
Back home others switch off lights,
Careening towards declarations of "I'm bored."
Leave your message before the tone.
The soundless cities are nearing,
There is no need for hearing.
Speak what we have spoken:
There are gods, but they are broken.
The little leanings of our lords
Upon their righteous swords
Impale veins of ancient ardors
Where their foul fluid has harbored.
And this is how the blood runs
And this is why the blood runs
Upon the paths of ardor.
She had cigarettes with her showers.
We kissed once, yes.
Seated at her back
I cradled a torn kite in my arms
On the edge of a stained bed.
"It's dawn", she said, sifting
Through the blinds, trying to believe.
If you need forgiven you'll steal again.
We did and sold for gain--yet wept
As if an eye could see, as if…
She only trusted herself in sleep…
Rip the map, dream.
Waking, and banished from safety,
She arrived at the gate;
The wrong man still swung
From a senator's bought noose.
Woman who stole with me
if you find this
allow for my deceit
and decipher the code
as I taught you.
I traveled far to find the wise man
And came upon him in the oak forest
Half naked and playing with sticks,
Nibbling a honeycomb.
What should I do to claim greatness?"
"You do not want greatness,
You want fame and women."
"I can't disagree," I admitted.
"Then simply give the fools what they want."
That sounded easy enough.
"And what do they want?"
And though nearly hairless
Stroked an imaginary beard.
"Everything!" he roared, brandishing a stick.
"But since that is not yours to give…"
A pause fell for hours.
When he began a different voice came,
Frightening and beautiful.
"Do not underestimate
The power of the mother, young fool.
One in ten thousand
Grow to become anything
Deserving the name human.
The rest of us, well…"
He held the honeycomb up to me,
His face turned soft,
The oak leaves waved
And I grew weightless with sorrow.
"Children do love their sweets," he said.
Last night we got ice cream
I want it to be winter
I want to watch TV I want to watch a movie please
Don't chase cats with my bike
Yes yes mother father has brown hair
Today we went to the library
By the picture books sister gave me kisses
I miss Violet
Why do big boot men wear beards?
Why don't the women want them?
One thing I know
I don't like apples &
The world is wonderful
You who undeceived me that night,
Suppose I'm yours (yes, yes) to hold.
But remember, or do not forget,
How they made us master maths of despair,
Forced on us fools, jailed to a chair,
Saying here are the rules,
Pretend that you care.
We learned to secretly smile instead
But the times I've most missed
Among their numbers and snares
Were those which crept in while sharing a head
When you and I kissed
alone in fate's bed.