We can be trusted
to buy all your drugs, little fairy mary
is on the prowl again for love
heard her coming down the hallway
heels going clunk clunk clunk
49.95 all those boys, all those boys
sniffing up your legs for drugs.
Little fairy mary is still some old woman's baby
waxing her thighs with stickiness
dried hard, pulled out the ugly
strand by strand strangely she is playing
the notes by striking the moles on a back
that melody happily smacks you down
wasn't hard wobbling on your kick knacking
heels, kick knacking on the backs of
little boys with little spears.
Did you get a bargain on your Saturday night shopping?
That outfit looks horrible on you.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
I can't wait to meet the first one who---
I always buy your lame ass little artwork..."OHh look people I took a picture of my shoe" And like a motherfucker I'm on pay pal with a vengeance because it is your shoe and your expression and I live off the things you do, still, to this day. Oh god, did you know you own all of San Jose? You do. It belongs to you. I will never consider San Jose without considering you, even in a meandering, peripheral thought 10 years from now. That is your city, thanks for colonizing it with your ADD inflicted wonky eye, you asshole.
I track down junkies because junkies get it and I love how much they see. Discombobulated and avoidant, they know more about life and ugliness than you ever will. Just don't expect to make sure you go home OK. Or pick you up on time. Or give a shit about you at all, really. They're for cliched poems and the occassional amusing story. They'll help your writing and your songs. They see more but you can't get romantic about it, or them. They are junkies, and if you've met one junkie you have met the all. Charming fuckers, I'm easily persuaded. on the junkie level but not---
The only person I love is my mother.
I track down junkies because junkies get it and I love how much they see. Discombobulated and avoidant, they know more about life and ugliness than you ever will. Just don't expect to make sure you go home OK. Or pick you up on time. Or give a shit about you at all, really. They're for cliched poems and the occassional amusing story. They'll help your writing and your songs. They see more but you can't get romantic about it, or them. They are junkies, and if you've met one junkie you have met the all. Charming fuckers, I'm easily persuaded. on the junkie level but not---
The only person I love is my mother.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
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Monday, April 7, 2008
Bjorn's Shock of Everyday Life
Rub out your boredom with your
acryllic fingernails until it hits a wall, a doorknob
maybe just make your eyes extend at the ceiling
while you're lying in bed alone--what is the price
I have to pay for your teeth, your fucking teeth
why do they still talk to me after all these days
you've spent hiding them in the laziest of ways?
I choked on the exhaust pipe of a MACK truck
somewhere along Park when I crossed too eagerly
with my new boots on stomping towards
somewhere dank, HUGGGH I said SUUUGGHHHSS
SALLY! SALLY AVERY! I MADE A FRIENDSHIP CHAIN
FOR SALLY AVERY! I TRIED TO WRAP IT AROUND
THE WRIST OF SALLY AVERY BUT SALLY AVERY
PUNCHED ME IN THE TUMMY AND MADE ME
HUUGUGUHSHSH
It was an ex-votos, baby so we could remember
that morning reaking of sweat and whiskey
when I rolled over and could move all of my limbs
and I said what? What what what you little slut
you didn't kill me?
How rude.
acryllic fingernails until it hits a wall, a doorknob
maybe just make your eyes extend at the ceiling
while you're lying in bed alone--what is the price
I have to pay for your teeth, your fucking teeth
why do they still talk to me after all these days
you've spent hiding them in the laziest of ways?
I choked on the exhaust pipe of a MACK truck
somewhere along Park when I crossed too eagerly
with my new boots on stomping towards
somewhere dank, HUGGGH I said SUUUGGHHHSS
SALLY! SALLY AVERY! I MADE A FRIENDSHIP CHAIN
FOR SALLY AVERY! I TRIED TO WRAP IT AROUND
THE WRIST OF SALLY AVERY BUT SALLY AVERY
PUNCHED ME IN THE TUMMY AND MADE ME
HUUGUGUHSHSH
It was an ex-votos, baby so we could remember
that morning reaking of sweat and whiskey
when I rolled over and could move all of my limbs
and I said what? What what what you little slut
you didn't kill me?
How rude.
Illiterate
Every year is hard in some way. Somebody dies or moves or meanders out of your life without you noticing until you see them in a new life, money--oh money. Maybe I don't have the perspecitive others have, or people don't think that I do, maybe I don't, but maybe I do. I've watched my family slowly but surely disintigrate just like most people have had to do and have had to wrap my head around the fact that they are not my mom, dad, and sister but three people with their own lives that they have every right to live without me involved. I don't blame my dad and sister for cutting me out. I know they'll always show up when/if I do something of interest and they love me even if they may not particularily care for me as a person. I don't blame them. But I love my mother even though she was sick my entire life and I still think she is and I hope what she gives me isn't out of guilt but sometimes guilt is love and I should just try not to take advantage of it because I may still be kind of angry because she's the only person who doesn't hate me in some way, large or small, and has always thought I was going to do something despite repeated proof that I would not, or possibly will not, never reminding me that I can be as cruel as her mother and letting me go through the phases without punishment and I hope someday I'll be able to pay her back, pay my father back, he said I broke his heart and I am sorry I don't know why I keep doing that.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Codeine....Bourbon...
Hey you little shit.
I could step on that bitch with my back heel in a drunken stumble and kill'er. I could say just one polysllabic word and make her head explode. I could pose so dashingly she'd slit her wrists with her own tongue. Do you have any fucking clue what I have done? Do you have any clue how many little hearts have been shoved under my unconscious head? Do you know how many metaphors people have tried to stuff me inside of?
We have similar stories, oh ho. Always getting caught and never kept. Only you and I know that is not as gallant as it seems, cowardly sucking down our Canadian whiskeys, prowling around the room hoping to be seen and ho, we always are, seen--in the only way we like to be seen--low ligthting and blurry, when it's too late at night to ask any important questions.
But you don't see me dragging around my tinker toys, letting them jack off my ego for more than a night, because then they start saying things about you and I'm telling you darling, she's not saying anything nice. It shouldn't surprise you--People like us don't consist of too many nice things.
Do you have any idea who I am?
You do, I am you only with a moticom of integrity in our filthy business. You should know better. Why would you break the rules and ruin my universe so helplessly? If this is not how to play the game I have years to apologize for.
That bitch was fabulous, you scotch-blind little shit
I could step on that bitch with my back heel in a drunken stumble and kill'er. I could say just one polysllabic word and make her head explode. I could pose so dashingly she'd slit her wrists with her own tongue. Do you have any fucking clue what I have done? Do you have any clue how many little hearts have been shoved under my unconscious head? Do you know how many metaphors people have tried to stuff me inside of?
We have similar stories, oh ho. Always getting caught and never kept. Only you and I know that is not as gallant as it seems, cowardly sucking down our Canadian whiskeys, prowling around the room hoping to be seen and ho, we always are, seen--in the only way we like to be seen--low ligthting and blurry, when it's too late at night to ask any important questions.
But you don't see me dragging around my tinker toys, letting them jack off my ego for more than a night, because then they start saying things about you and I'm telling you darling, she's not saying anything nice. It shouldn't surprise you--People like us don't consist of too many nice things.
Do you have any idea who I am?
You do, I am you only with a moticom of integrity in our filthy business. You should know better. Why would you break the rules and ruin my universe so helplessly? If this is not how to play the game I have years to apologize for.
That bitch was fabulous, you scotch-blind little shit
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