Friday, June 28, 2002

even in my dreams my bed is empty

i don't know if you know what i mean
when i say that i think you're unreal
it's a boy's way of misbehaving
when he can't really say how he feels
there was a time not so long ago
when the truth would have knocked me down
with no way of getting better
spend days and nights just wandering around

but the past is where it belongs
and I'm stronger these days when it comes to love
maybe I'm amazed but I know the deal
even in my dreams, my bed is empty

beauty is only a flesh wound
the infection runs down right into the soul
your smile is a vaccination
but there's never been a cure for this kind of cold
I'm man enough to know the difference
the look in your eyes is an obvious clue
victim is a role that I'll never take
no matter how much I die wanting you

but the past is where it belongs
and I'm stronger these days then I've ever been
maybe I'm amazed at the top of my lungs
but even in my dreams my bed is empty 

Wednesday, June 26, 2002

98 degrees of separation

even the grass was sweating today

bricks were crying because the sun would just not let up

tarmac wept openly in front of curbs

buildings began to undress (red faced, like good puritans) early in the morning, some even before the sun had completely risen

cars were wheezing and struck with militant, hay-fever like symptoms 
they moved today like sickly turtles walking across a burning cactus

it was just hot enough to warm some bread on the front porch

haze would hug you like a dirty uncle

a whisper could knock you unconscious

summertime, and the dying is easy 

Wednesday, June 5, 2002

I've got my spine, I've got my orange

lust rusts? genius
forget a watch, my internal clock is sub-atomic and particles dance and spin thinking that they'll never die as long as they're fashionably late

I've got my orange...

it is disgraceful how much i want in life
for the precious little i offer the world, entitlement shouldn't even make a cameo in the folds and ripples of my brain. but i'm only human

i'm (l)only human

I've got my spine, even if it does go soft at the most important bits. and (don't look now, I'm talking about a girl) I definitely go all jellyfish when she smiles.

where is the efficiency expert who will take me from operating at a loss to my grand and mighty days as a world leader in living happily?

c r u s h ?!?!?!?