Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Ritter Sport

would you like chocolate
for your year sir
end it sweetly without raisins
and bite down on something good

i had some cotton candy
at the fair this year
tastes so sweet
but gone before you know it
like a one night stand

if you agree to be my chocolate
i can be your cherry
we'll drink it down just right
and become everything
we ever wanted

hey, another year
any may it be full of hazlenuts
to remind you of the bumps in the road
which turn out just as delicious
as something smooth and creamy
like belgian chocolate truffles.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Nix On the Eevee Tay

your eyes
are a honey explosion
like hayfields in January
golden, framed by white
of falling snow

your lips
are two rose petals
that have wilted and fallen
to lay together forever
on your pearly face

you're a winter wonderland
a honeymoon in england
in the snowy season
but when you smile
it's spring again

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Nothing Gold Can Stay

i met a fancy feline of a girl
her future so bright
she needs three pairs of sunglasses
just to see her reflection.

she grabbed my hands
and we slapped on our dancing shoes
and took off into the twilight
until that road quaked

never thought i'd meet
such a jelly bean of a girl
jumping and hopping
living life like a wild cat

i think if i took you to a grocery store
you'd pick out milk and honey
if i took you to a movie show
i think you'd pick a romance
and if i took you on a carnival ride
you'd choose the ferris wheel
because you're on top of the world.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Coffee is for Closers

good morning to you
kick the cat in the doorway
in the kitchen you flip pancakes
so high they stick to the ceiling
i guess i'm one of those pancakes
tried to fly but just got stuck
on God's newly installed plexiglass panel
so you'll never get to heaven.

good afternoon to you
shrug off your boots and
put your elbow in the spaghetti
eat up while it's cold
and don't forget to brush the dust
off your teeth.

good evening to you
hope your day was
different
the same
whatever keeps you safe and sane and warm
like socks on your hands
because you lost a mitten
and felt foolish wearing only one.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Rude Baby Rude

why so high in the sky
with a flock of birds
shattered at the hip
you sail on a broken wing
to no man's land


cause all you wanna do is
pull my hair
or break my heart
or break my bones
or make me sad
or make me mad
don't come to me
for charity
your cause is what is lacking

so fly on baby and be a star
you have the keys in the ignition
and you're begging to go far
but don't call me up and ask again
for me to watch your back
any one who knows you
knows you're a shark attack


send me out to the weather now
out to the cold and i'll limp on
with my ankles docked
and my tail broke
and my nose froze
and all not caring and bunched up
and covered with cloth

begging like a bag lady at the side of the road
for a sandwich
because that's all a hero really is
and was there ever really a cure
for writer's block?
write on!

Sunday, December 9, 2007

The Sky's Gone Out

Oops. Somebody spilled the sky!

sway
lean into the wind
lost again and found
but never the same so
sway

sway alone and low and UP
up so high, to the birds, the sky and say
i never meant to betray you
i just stopped caring
so lean
lean on my shoulder and cry

tears running down your face
like ice cream across my fingers
melting in the heat
so sway
softly now and sing
sing low
so i can't hear

and speak aloud
of your troubles
and spread the news
of how i used
this and that
and how i cheated
this and that
and all about my lies
and truths
and trusts
and loss

did i really lose?

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Lost In The Supermarket

laundry outside my house
white sheets hanging out to dry
like the curtains that framed
my bedroom

I tore them down one day
who needs curtains?
do they really stop people
from looking in?
or do they prevent us from looking out?

when i met you
i hung the curtians in my mind
snowy white
a border
a message
a signal
i'm hiding
don't come in
i'm frightened
don't come in

but those curtains got torn down too
i let you in by the fire
we roasted marshmellows
burnt the edges
i burnt the curtians too

I swept the ashes out the door
caught by the wind
they covered the white sheets
hanging out to dry
like the curtians that framed
my bedroom

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Try Not to be Useless

dreaming is the best i can do sometimes
to feel that sweet explosion
like a hand down my pants
or a good long sneeze

last night, before i fell asleep
i thought to myself
tonight will be a sweet one
and i'll dream of blueberry waffles
walks on the beach
and a rock n' roll cello

yet, i'm dreaming awake
of the most mundane things
like brushing my teeth
and eating grits when there's
just no butter to be found

but tonight i'll get to try again
and close my eyes and hope
that i dream of something nice
like flying with the geese,
eating twizzlers,
and long walks to nowhere.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Party of The First Part

why are you carrying around a net?
oh, i see. but you can't catch an imagination, you know.

you're art to me
a thousand shades of blue
in your voice
you're music to me
i hear the revolution
when you walk

i've got no rhythm
but i can snap and bend
and i may have no rhyme
but i can shake and sway

oh, simple bliss of eating salad
feels like having a million tons
of dried rice being poured down
all over your body while you stand
and spin

oh, to look at the sunset
sensory overload screams from the trees
and when the colors hit your eye
you stagger as if slapped in the face
with a piece of toast

oh, to be in love again
not the first time
or the last time
but oh, to be in love
the next closest thing
is to fall into a blender
with strawberries and chocolate.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Which Way Does The Girl Turn?

we are all prostitutes
but especially you
if a single thought in your head
was worth a feast
then a poor man could starve
on a girl like you

you've got some nerve
you useless man
there was a song
a bird singing it
but you shot it down
to spare yourself the racket

i think if i did point my gun
at your pretty face
and told you, "create a diversion!"
you'd yell, "FIRE!"

Poke in the Eye

who are you
marbled salamander child
slither up from the depths
just to tease my hair

who are you
every time i look at those pictures
i feel that pinch
that pull
that knock on the door
that poke in the eye
and who are you

to think that you can pin the blame
but sir you have no name
no game
no plans
no inhibitions
sir, what you lack is purpose

so dive deep down
beneath the rocks
and cry your
slimy salamander tears

i make the air fall apart
like the lyrics in some song
written a thousand times

oh, to be the cream

Monday, November 19, 2007

A Letter From Some Bunny

mother bunny's paws are sore
working in the garden
digging up her carrots
to send her sons at war

mother bunny licks a stamp
wraps it up with lettuce
to send to thomas
fred
and jimmy
paul and lance and george and timmy

mother bunny sits by a fire
all her boys are far away
mother bunny feels so funny
shuts her eyes until another day

Sunday, November 18, 2007

The Sun Don't Shine in Your TV

hey and phone home
the only thing men don't do
hey and phone home
and what good is that
if you just don't
call

hey jude, come on joe
i'm going to show you some things
that you need to know
can i show you a story
of love that lasted
forever

Some things confuse little people
and i find myself to be one of them
living in a flower house
seeing everything and nothing all at once
hey and phone home now
just gotta chat a while
hey and phone home you
you need me
don't you

and the subtle funny thing is how you tell me all the time
you don't want to be with me but still you stand in line
with funky little fingers which get caught tangled hair
you stay until the evening just to tell me you don't care
and if you don't get what you want you say that it's okay
you act like you'll be leaving soon but never go the fuck away

hey and phone home
right now baby
tell me you want me or be on your way
hey now and phone home now baby
you wern't really worth it anyway.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Stranger Danger

holy fool, how you taunt me
sing it out like something you stepped on
leaves crumble under my feet
rustling in resistance
was it really my time?


we are men of action
lies do not become us
so go lick the edges of tinfoil
and i promise
the results will be very red

okay and so
it's clear
that my head
is as empty
as what

a flower pot
a blank slate
a swiss-cheese bucket
a carved pumpkin

and it's because my brain
is a ufo
sending out some strange silly signals

mindfuck, hello
goodbye and where are you going?
who really knows?
were you ever here?
ohhhhh sunshine
bring on another day
just like yesterday
which is just like tomorrow
or the next day
or the day after that
or the day after that...

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Blue Monday

how does it feel
to like a girl like me
it's obvious i know nothing
even though my intentions are good
but you know what they say about
the best laid plans of mice and men
and i was always more of a man
than any other mouse ever was
and i'll try to please you
like a good little one
how does it feel now?

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Scrunchies Not Allowed

school bus forest fire
run out of the ashes
a lean liquid
are you ready for it?

who to sue?
call her up just to hear her gritty smile
splatter platter
eggs on toast

come now, don't be a hot dog
all wrapped up in a bun
as if you're worth something.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Nerves

nerves
gotta love em
that slick slimey sensation
of pure unadulterated terror
even when you feel so good
they just get in the way
nerves
do you like me?
nerves
will i win?
nerves
stage fright, stage fright.
nerves
we need to talk now
nerves
call me when you get this
nerves
nerves
nerves
are we moving too fast?
i haven't thrown up have i? carry on!




nerves.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Rhymes With Orange

smile once in a while
turn up the volume
when you blow your nose
you look so slick on the pavement

once in a while, i could believe
that we were meant to be
then i shrug and say
you wern't worth it after all

smile once in a while
it may be your first
your last
and your always

smile for me
like buttah
so smooth
you're creamy white
don't even think about it
you're so soft and lonely.

but only once in a while.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Angry Feminist Nursery Rhymes

As a youngin' i liked to walk around
and pick up chicks on the 409
all while whistlin' some humble tune
maybe some Rod Stewart
and clippin' my fingernails.

It's because you can lie
between my teeth
and vanish behind the sheets
in the blink of an eyelash
just like that

R.I.P

CIA FDA IRA PTA LSD UFO NFL RIP
look out in the meadow for
the people in the weeds
CIA technicians
marble bastards
petty theives

walking through the forests
wild things are all around
step over whatever
might be lying on the ground

rolling down the hillside
tons of colors passing by
my head explodes
my heart implodes
i crumble down
and die
CIA FDA IRA PTA LSD UFO NFL RIP
i am gone and you are gone and we're all gone yeah she said.

Can I Mow Your Lawn?

hello femininity!
calling up from the ground-
a subtle question
can i mow your lawn?
and you may not just see it
but i want to shave my head
grow out my leg hair
and date men!

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Snap Crackle Pop

Up from the heat
A field of turnips
Giving life
To that gluey farmer
With his feet stuck
In the mud

Up on the beach
A half-eaten hotdog
Lays abandoned
A metal detector beeps
Something in the bun
Unknown riches

Up in the mountains
It's not really snow
But parmesan cheese
Sprinkled lazily
About the slope
With a giant spoon.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

A Note on Crushes

i don't really have a crush on you.
but im a little in love with who you are.
but mostly because you're my friend.

people may think i like you,
but i don't.
i love you.
as all good friends should.

people may think i have a crush,
but it's not.
it's just been so long since i've had a best friend.
and you're the best friend i could have.
i love waking up because i know there will be jokes at lunch.
laughs, good times.

i left a note for you today.
just to say, YOU RULE...love Zoe
but it's not because i like you
it's because i care
and because you're such a good friend.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Hi, my name is Zoe and my active ingredient is Uranium

Hi my name is Zoe and i spell my name with two dots over the E.

Hi my name is Zoe and i like to mix sprite with coke.

Hi my name is Zoe and i make bad excuses like, sorry i couldn't hang out, i was busy getting the lining of my nose removed.

Hi my name is Zoe and i can type the speed of light when i get excited.

Hi my name is Zoe and the doctor can see you now.

Hi my name is Zoe and i'm busy ruining my life so please leave a message after the beep.

Hi my name is Zoe and fart jokes crack me up.

Hi my name is Zoe and i'm the surrogate mother for Rosemary's baby.

Hi my name is Zoe and if homosexuality is a disease i'm calling in queer to work.

Hi my name is Zoe and i collect horse shoes, rocks, and cell phone chargers.

Hi my name is Zoe give me directions to where you live and i'll be there in ten.

Hi my name is Zoe and i love to be loved and like to hold hands with my friends.

Hi my name is Zoe and i hate my sense of humor because i don't have one.

Hi my name is Zoe and i'm signing out of consciousness for the evening.

Green Grows The Violets

i'm a living wreck-- but i'm not from Tooting Bec.

come on, shoot me down.

kick me in the face. punch me. hard.

please, please, choke me until my face turns blue, and then release me, so i can gasp for breath like a fish out of water.

i wish you would just have balls enough to tell me how much

how much

how much?

how much for that shirt?

how much for re constructive surgery on your nose?

how much more can i take?

how much money do you have?

how much am i worth?

not much.

not much.

hey hey, pretty lady, walk into that room.

hey hey lady, every time you enter a room it feels like someone's left it, you know?

hey hey pretty, you pretty little thing.

hey pretty.

hey sweetness.

eat your fucking words, choke and die, beautiful.

i love you.
i want you.
i want me.
i love me.
i want to kill you.
i want to kill me.
think we could do it at the same time so our souls can rise up together?

rise up.
you gotta rise and shine sweetheart, because the world loves you!!!
...they just don't know you exist...

love, live, learn.

lie?
lie still.
don't move your head now, because i want to show you something.
it's called summertime.

girls get so dumb.
dumber in the summer.
maybe it's just me.

am i even awake? do i feel okay? do people like me? am i here? am i there?

am i dr. seuss? seems like it.

okay pretty baby take it slow
slowly now or you'll hurt your pretty little face and then where will we be?

Monday, October 29, 2007

Streams of Free-Flowing Thoughts in a Cage

i kind of feel like someone sucked on a lemon then spit in my eye.

i kind of feel like i jumped off a cliff with an invisible noose around my neck, and right when i was about to die, someone yanked me back up with a rude tug and yelled, WAIT-- THERE'S MORE!

i kind of feel like i sold my soul for money then tried to buy it back.

i kind of feel like someone swallowed me whole then flushed straight down the crapper into no man's land.

i kind of feel like rust flavoured ice cream scraped off a plate after a birthday party.

i kind of feel like a broken telephone broadcasting a sos to the invisible listener.

i kind of feel like an empty room.

a flower pot.
a broken chair.
dirty underwear.
shattered plates.
a hotel room.

a girl, yawning lazily to no one in particular... about nothing. she sighs, slowly, and nibbles at a hangnail as she stares into space.

a girl, skinny shoulders, skinny legs. green eyes, sallow smile, fragile ribs.

a girl, special delivery, on your doorstep.

a girl, a waitress, a stewardess, a laundress. your wife, friend, mother.

a girl, staring up at the full moon and wondering if the man is staring back.

a girl, mousy brown from the sun shining carelessly across her shoulders.

a girl. she's just a girl, after all.


so you take care not to blame her, but to protect her.
save her from the world you live in.
shelter her from unknowns and dangers.

don't blame the girl.
don't blame the girl for the loss of innocence.
crimson and clover.
daisies to roses.


Zoe.

Love + Rockets

oh, oh, i.
just don't know why.
i just can't live.
without your smile.

and maybe that's the reason.
why i'm feeling so blue.
and maybe that's the reason.
i can't get closer to you.

oh, dave, dan, and kev.
oh, love and rockets.

oh, oh.
repeat.

oh, little lady.
oh, come sit on my lap.
oh, you're getting so tall and awfully heavy these days.
oh, i just can't lift you anymore, due to my bad back.
oh, i'm sorry, don't cry.

don't cry little girl.
dream on.
your dreams are beautiful.
you dream of the city.
but look where you are!
look, stuck, like a moth drawn to the flame.
the ant in the pudding.

such a sweet trap, the city is.
sweet, sweet, you go there only to get
sucked in
to the streets, until your sense of direction fails and you're left
whirlpooling
down, down, down to where people just arn't friendly anymore

but you can't be blamed
for your big city dreaming
because you don't know better
it makes you feel so alive
so alive and refreshed
and maybe so huge you find yourself
wanting to SCREAM!

scream to the big
the huge
scream to the streets
the alleys
scream to the people
the scum
scream to the world
the city


so big. you can't even imagine.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

A Nerdy Short Story

Today i went to star bucks in the bookstore, and while i was walking around in the bookstore i happened across a cute nerd and that nerd was so cute i just had to smile and so he smiled back and i kept looking for books.

then i realized i was kind of stalking the nerd subconsciously, either that or he was stalking me and that was fine and all but we kept running into each other and i kept smiling because god he was such a nerd.

then i went to go get some coffee and the guy at the counter was all like have some cake but i don't want some cake and where is that nerd anyway so i paid for my coffee and sat in a location that was situated so i could nerd-watch and stuff.

then just when i was about to give up hope there was that gosh darn nerd again with his stupid glasses all smiling at me and of course i had to smile back and stuff because who the hell doesn't smile at a nerd?

then he vanished! i went back to reading my book which of course that dumb star bucks guy asked me about like what are you reading when the cover clearly states the title so that was silly but i was too busy being sad because i lost my nerd.

then he reappeared! my nerd my nerd i was so happy because there he was all grinning and looking cheesy with those silly glasses and curly hair and i was like gosh you nerd and then he walked right past me.

then that nerd walked right past me and put on an apron!!! that nerdy guy worked at star bucks. he was nerdalicious so i made a big deal out of returning my coffee cup but of course that dumb bunny coffee guy was like ha yeah i'll take that from you

and i was like you'd like to take more than just my cup wouldn't you maybe take my body and ravage it but it was okay because i saw that silly nerdy guy and i was like wow what a nerd and i just had to smile again.

the end.

Oh, nerdy Starbucks guys. How you taunt me.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Hommage to Becca

you, my dear little feline
were a dirty cat
i miss you so,
even though your purrbox was broken
your fur was matted
and you drooled on my feet.

you rubbed dirt all over on my knees
then ran into the sewer
but who could blame you?
evicted from home!
sent to the streets after 14 years!
enough to give anyone a bad day.

Then-- not a new home
but people who only left out food
Oh, Becca, they did not deserve you
even though you smelled funny
your eyes were bright
even if they were mean, too

Becca, Becca, you were always the best
of the Kitty Mafia on Middlebrook
I like to think you died in a brawl
or a knife fight
you always had heart
even if you didn't have any claws.

Oh Becca, know that i am thinking of you
and think you are a wise cat
if never where you a wealthy cat
but i hope now, in kitty heaven
which looks like a spot
on the rug in front of a fireplace
somewhere very far from here.


RIP, Becca. You were always a good cat, even if they didn't appreciate you. We were all shocked and hurt by your death, but hopefully you've moved up on the chain of life into something better- say a Siamese (but not a Siamese like Scooby. He didn't appreciate you either, the bastard.)

mad love!

I'm A Color Reporter

rose city on the 409

work at night is so eerie
i can almost hear the voices of those
and when i sweep the dust billows to take their shapes
a hand
a face
lips
mouth
tongue

a hello and how are you
fine, but who are you and i think you know
just another
wade in the water children
just another
slash across my back
and just another
life thrown away out to the fields forever

so you're the one from the back
yes
don't hurt me
i couldn't hurt someone who works like you
we are the same person
you know
different colors
different times
same place
forever

tobacco fields to hay fields
crimson and clover
forever and ever and over and over

well, goodnight
and thanks.
and i hope we meet again.
stranger from another time.
sad eye'd lady of the lowlands.

goodbye.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

the internet community frowns upon your shenanigans!

love
like ice cream
a soft force thrown out to the clouds
and i just can't help it
but i like you
and i want you to tuck me in tonight
warm air on your cheek
touch turn listen
because i like you

i can't describe the feelings
of a thousand hockey games
and hot dogs in the park
but lets stop dreaming- this is durham
so maybe we can grab coffee sometime
because i like you

im not quite sure how to tell you
i like your face
your smile could melt butter
three rooms away
i like your eyes
i want to grab you by the collar
and kiss you on the mouth
because i like you

sometimes i want to yell
turn that frown upside down!
because you are so golden
like a sunny-side up
for brunch with a side of bagels
do you want to come over?
we can watch movies
because i like you.

i like you.
i don't know why but i like you.
i just like you.
i can't help it but i like you.
i like you.
i like you.
i like you.

KIDS

hey c'mon lets ruin our lives a little

i mean thats all i really wanna do

give me money

give me sex

give me drugs

and fun

because thats where it's at, right?

thats what it's all really about right?

i want to get sick and throw up

all over the fucking floor

and lie in it a while.


lets get fucked up.

i'll bring the booze.

you bring the girls.

and i'll call some guy

who knows a guy

who knows a guy

and get the hook ups and shit


who the fuck needs school or work

i just want to get drunk

and fuck around with people i don't know

and maybe get some odd sickness

that there's no cure for

and look to my left and you're lying

in a puddle of your own fucking piss


get raped

black out

smoke a joint

get up

shower

start the day.