Alive In 85
look back in anger, look back in anger, look back in anger.
(Source: facies)
(Source: meltingsandwitch)
My Dream Girl Forgives Me At 9:43/Revision
Should I grow fearful of myself, wanting, if you will—
that light, through the window, that we both observe now?
In mourning, we watch golden girls walk slowly outside.
Their feet light, you laugh and lay on me—we listen to
Poncho & Lefty, and we know, neither of us hurt like
poor Poncho. But I look at you, and feel I deserve more
of the dust. I abuse you. I rub my hand down your leg.
I have insulted you a hundred times, and it persists.
You adjust yourself and I blame you for Poncho’s death,
taking your hair, and watching the shades in morning air
shaking from vents on the floor. We make use of our hands.
I hardly feel deserving of his inheritance. Not when I
treat you so terribly, without even knowing, grasping
the slight of your ankle. You used to be repulsed by me.
I hear the base of your foot with my palm—and
you forgive me, when you shouldn’t have
by smiling, and saying that I tickle you.
solipsist
don’t come home
let me keep wet
on my window
from the rain,
and let me
swallow the
light from my
fixture until
i choke on its
coruscations.
there are other
people in this
world, you know.
be considerate.
let me hold
the illusion
that i am alone
Host Woman In DC
God bless the bird
he says—
there is weight.
I watch
this woman
I do not know.
There is weight in that too.
She puts on a yellow
scarf, and she is laughing
when a man, in a cheap suit
that will stay cheap—
says, Ladies! Ladies!
They inherit weight.
Dress Nice on E St.
More often than not, I feel
underdressed. Sometimes
I am naked. They can see me
under heavy street light and
their clean—in this town shoes
shine themselves, and watch
passer bys for their sense
of humor—
“he must be
playing a joke”
They say.
Dream Girl Forgives Me At 9:43
Should I grow fearful of myself, wanting, if you will—
that light, through the window, that we both observe now?
In mourning, we watch golden girls walk slowly outside.
Their feet light, you laugh and lay on me—we listen to
Poncho & Lefty, and we know, neither of us hurt like
this poor Poncho. But I look at you, and feel I deserve more.
You adjust yourself and I blame you for everything.
But I hardly feel deserving of this light. Not when I treat you
so terribly, without even knowing, grasping the slight of
your ankle. I hear the base of your foot with my palm—
& you unknowingly forgive me when you shouldn’t have,
by smiling and saying that I tickle you.
A couple only have eyes for each other at a Beatles concert in Wigan, 13 October 1964.
(Source: thegilly)
A Navy Woman Walks Away In Light
She is dressed neatly
in dark uniform
as if she
is leaving
quite soon.
Her hair is like wheat—
order, order
1923,
a love-
ly light eats to the
ground and crawls
towards east bay,
luminately.
Damyata: but I am
not so sure
our hearts
respond well to
control of our body
and arms—
a thousand hands raise
in approval
of my confusion.
I want to punch this anchorman
using anarchist like its a derogatory term fucking peeves me, also—these superheroes are idiots.
