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I Think Numb with rage, / but I was born— / I think— / of desire. A Longer Walk up the contour of her tight jeans, and midriff baring black shirt with “Blow Me” in red lettering across her ample breasts, up to her porce… The Long Walk “It’s not like I don’t deserve to be here—” I cut off, bracing myself as another of the frequent sandstorms started. No Comments Attached There’s ink on my lips and ink on my heart, / there’s red pen on these tips as I tear myself apart. A Stronger Man than I No one ever said it was easy. / It didn’t have to be easy, / I never said I wanted it be easy. A Smoker’s Lament I needed to lose a lover, / but couldn’t quite decide Erin How do you not feel bad for that girl Somewhere “If it were easy, man, then we’d all be doing it.” Rental Only “Rent starts at 1,800 and goes up to 6,000.” Hard Rain “You remind me like of rain, but not like all rain, just the good kind, the hard kind.” P.D.A. It was a winter kiss on a summer night, all frost and heat tangled into passion. Numbing And dream just a little longer to the end of the song Settling Will she dance in the dark? / How does she kiss in the morning? Used and Forgotten Pull my hair then pull me in and tell me / “This isn’t impermanence, Deadening Weight More questions than answers / as I answer all the addictions Posthumous Romance you’ll bury me beneath the weight Those Who Burn Brightest Some women you can’t help but want to keep… Self-Medicated “I want to turn you on,” / Bruised and strained, More Than …happy for the sake of laughter, / ignoring the throngs of chatter, / and content being no one other than me. All You Need She whispered it into the silence of the room as if afraid it would be challenged. Overdose of Dreams Over and above everything else No It was an idle question. Irreplaceable It was hope / and it was a dream / and it was irreplaceable. Tears If tears were an ocean / and the ocean was in me / then I’d cry for all the years / I’ve drowned in the sea. I Played With hands that ached from the bitter cold, Lust Decrepitate. A Beginning No story is a story without a proper beginning. And no beginning is proper if it didn’t have a girl. / Stash had a girl once. Closer These stains are in me. / As I look around and wonder / What’s happened to this city? An Awkward Conversation “C’mon, c’mon.” She rolled her hand in that hurry-it-up way he hated almost as much as being hurried. “What’s on your mind?” Sing Song Between something / Dark / and something / Worse / and something / Reborn Normal as T.V. It was April 16, 1984. Threshold It’s been a long fucking road I thought Shades of Gray He said “demon” and she said “go to hell.” Been there, done that, bit hot for me, thanks. Love Broken goes with bent / Like headaches go with nonsensical tests / That test the limit of the mess / Of confusion regarding… That Kind of Girl Headlong hormones / and the rush of indecision Lost in the Work Place by Dave Legere Life List I have a life list that looks neurotic / and fantasies that are neurotic / if nothing else besides romantic, Self-contempt A tremor in the eye / a shudder at his kind The Devil Wears Khaki Pants At the end of the day, in the words of Billy Joel, “I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints…” Eulogy of Fresh Laundry The grass wasn’t cool, but it tickled my bare ankles; my chair wasn’t remarkably comfortable, but it was mine; and the train in… Rambling I saw my first sunrise on my twenty-fifth birthday. Forever Alone Beneath the darkened sky, / And the reverent eye / of a girl who sees more than she says, / hates more than she loves, / and loves more t… O.C.D. Compounded spaces / and all that’s left / are the residual traces / of a nervous gesture. Street Walker The feel of her lips / amid the sound, / and the corruption that visits / gathers everyone around, Heyday Walking was one of the few things he could still do on his own, and he’d be goddamned if he let that go easily. Pretty Things I’ve seen so many ladies, / I’ve seen so many women, / I’ve seen so many pretty things / straight from heaven. Roxanne Bit of lipstick / on the / nightstand, All I Could Say And every unlit cigarette’s / just another burn hole / in my sense of needing you less / than I needed a drag. A Series of Images Sit and remember / an idea, / captured / in an image, / hidden / within a photo, / disguised / beneath a blood stain. Pepino Worse, his soul, or essence, or karma, or jive, or whatever the hell you want to call it, was about as black as the lungs of a thirty-year … And the Dance Continues It was just past four o’clock on a Wednesday that’d started out as any other Wednesday in the history of mid-week boredom. Gray, Dorian, age 25 Write this. Right now. / Better yet. / Burn this. Right now. / And maybe you can save yourself. Back to that Night Hell, not for me to claim one God over another. / I’m not claiming you as a goddess / but I sure as shit can’t find a word / that doesn’… The Other Guy She fingers my convictions with a dry knuckle, / And whispers the words / “you’re not able. / You want me to be your whore?” Stand By Me as I’m face down on the floor, / as my stomach’s getting pumped, / as all inspiration’s nothing new, / and I’m nothing more than a dried… Purgatory No wonder I couldn’t satisfy, / all the shit we’ll never go through, / all the lives we’ll never live through / are becoming very clear … Guggenheim Museum If she were a drug then he knew instantly that he’d end up as another of those overplayed songs, dead in a back alley. ‘At least I’d die wi… All All my sins are just cheap fantasies played out in someone else’s backyard. Headlights on a Highway Headlights on a highway, / thinking of disaster, / but also thinking of all those places I’ve never been. Just Another Road But as I drove down this road that could’ve been the same road I always traveled, I couldn’t help feeling like they all have to go somewher… Moment for the Moment A streetlight flickered off and on, never quite one but always a little of the other. Final Run at the Boardwalk There was a crunch underneath my sneakers of loose stone pressed flat, worn smooth by countless others, and trampled beneath the weight of … Not So Young A song drifted across the porch, (Van Morrison cloaking itself around a woman that was once a girl), and I was so grateful that I didn’t ha… Surprising Smiles He was jolly, clad in red, and morbidly obese. It had to be Santa. He said, “Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!” Ain’t Listen’n With my ear pressed to the cold tracks listen’n / To the train that ain’t really coming, Drunken Lyrics Hidden between the subway platform and the streets, / Tucked neatly behind the stars and midnight, / You lose yourself to everyone / But wh… Drip…Drips…Drip Drip…drips…drip. Every drip was another drop from a forty foot ledge into an inky black pool of regret. Autumn Rain Water scaled down the drab buildings, dripped from torn awnings, collected in the gouges of the sidewalk, slid into foul sewers, mixed with… Is It So Hard “I could be dead for all you care. You want to leave,” he waved a dismissive hand, gesturing toward the squalor of the small apartment outs… Bread Crumbs He half-expected his father to shout from the other room, “of course things change, look at me, I’m dead. You’re alive, and I’m dead.” Reflections I cried out to a god I’ve never seen, / while facing down demons. Living Stone If one didn’t know better than they’d think she was sculpted of marble from an artist at the height of their career. Coin Operated Character Every skilled pick of the strings was another pick of the imagination. Every clear chord resounded in my heart like a gong, vibrating loude… Snow Miles from where you are, / but only minutes from where I should be / there is ice. King of the Kitchen I thought of taking it in the bedroom. / ‘If only’ I mused ‘I wasn’t too drunk to remember.’ Wedding Speech It’s not easy to say there are some faces we never forget. Tempting Proposition ‘No, I won’t sell my soul, shut up, stop asking, and get out of my head. Get out of my head, I won’t sell my soul.’ Goodbye San Fran San Francisco, / with the flowers in your hair. / Mold them into killers. Spirit of an Age Grass, with its fiery roots burning hot in hell, / while it burns hot in my lungs, / and I just pray for release. Aging Lists She deftly rolled the guitar pick between her fingers like an aged rock star, despite having never played.
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