wolf ram

you owe me
what i owe
you

champagne punk

you forget the fun
the honey in company,
killing all the bees

tubescreamer

reduced to pedals,
subject to capacity
at sold out pop shows.

better you try to kill me

[could i implore you to try not to make your living off of cartoon interpretations? wouldn't it be better to try to engage an actual narrative?]*

why is it that the only satisfaction i can get is to impugn another's output? or that's all i remember doing. anyway, in conversations is where i'd rather lay my stake. in thought and solitude, im a disaster. please don't you judge my sad output. i am a good soldier.

i don't want to hurt your feelings so bad you'd want to quit everything we've invented. i don't want you to hurt so bad you'd choose to just quit and be over everything.

maybe i wish i could always be your special project. maybe i don't like having to pay off. but isn't that what you like? being a little better than me?

are you sitting there right now, feeling like everything you've ever done is just shit and mud? and haven't you come home every night from bottles and cheating, wishing to be found out, to be discovered, so the decision would be made for you? haven't you wanted to stop living with your lies and secrets and supressed designs? haven't you thought that i would be the one to make you choose?


*im unhappy with this, but it's close enough.

pod people

random TBD

archetype

She comes over and she’s soaked from the storm. In the end, it's a good thing she's come by to straighten me out. It makes my job easier. At first though, those surprise knocks on my window, man, I am terrified. I roll off the couch onto the floor; my cat comes racing in to hide under the bed. They say our pets become us. Bearing out the science, mine exhibits a significant amount of terror in mundane circumstances.

Partly it’s because my body has fallen apart that I don’t want to let strange women in to my place; unless I’m drunk. The other reason is because I already know everything they’re gonna say to me. Truth is, I should have married a long time ago. Mostly because marriage makes other people feel comfortable around you. It’s like they don’t trust the motives of a single man. I don’t blame them. My motives are not good. But I know plenty of married guys, and more married women, that are worse than me. She’s one of them. And when she shows up at my door, at 4am during a thunderstorm, I’m expecting the worst. .

hate it when i do that

(photograph)

...

im going to post the one where you can barely see me.

ha. but you're still gonna put up your picture.

...

so do you see? you're egotistic like anyone?

i fucking hate talking to you.

i know. so what do you want to drink?

the opposite of what you're having.

waiting for solon

these days

there was a time when you wouldn't have championed suburban output. but i understand how it is to make a dollar. Your name is known these days; and who would argue with success? you deserve your plaudits.

am i awful because i don't like you any more? yes, of course. maybe if i had some of your substance it wouldn't seem so shallow. anyway, i have at least learned to behave at parties.

now there are galleries and tea and listed events. adroit deferrals and publicity agents to absorb blame for missed invites. it's ok. plus one is something i've come to dread anyway. there is no worse place for friends than backstage.

(talent)

look at me and all
my local success, how i
tell you what i like

except for woody allen

[i would have liked to write something better here]

mirror in the bathroom

summer babe

admit it, you're not as flexible as you think you are. are you willing to make exceptions? maybe you are. maybe i under-estimate you. (should under-estimate be hyphenated?)

what's nostalgia? a weakness? a temptation? how far back can you pull the lens? is nostaliga limited to incidents? to bands? to decades? are paradigms nostalgic?

i don't know. i am beginning to think there's nothing wrong with anything.

If your greatest arguments are about nostalgia, then you're doing ok in life i think. If you're worried about cultural credibility, i think you are probably not going to get published. i speak from experience.

i write all this because i can't stop listening to pavement.

don't hear a single

[funny bone]

same new friends gather
you're the oldest habit here.
hang with youth, your lot