Month: August 2014

gattaca

all us hurting things
will stand up
eventually

all at once
and laugh ourselves
into infamy

that stings like
stinking
frayed strings

until someone
changes them
and,  no one looking, 

the gift shop gets
robbed blind, 
as the house band

is forcefully
induced
to accompany 

one thousand
year old rituals
for the sake

of function
and the sting

the sting, 
the sting, 
that hurting thing

continuing to sting

and outside
the front door

daylight broods a broadsword
we bring

we bring
we bring ourselves back indoors,

because the jokes on them out there,
thinking it’s their job to
waste away

into nothing but pleasure.
Because we know better.

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GSF

it was another wild week
 
the irish brothers made a girl cry
 
after which she went on an anti jew tirade
 
and we told her to leave
 
i laughed and thought of you
 
how clever life is
 
when it creeps
 
and crawls
 
and slithers
 
and calls out
 
out with the peoples real desire
 
to hate as freely as nobody can love
 
we did it all on the street
 
we danced in a dozen bars
 
and laid on patches of clean grass
 
and told each other everything
 
and made a spectacle of the spectacle
 
and when it ended
 
it was well past dawn
 
because thats the way we do it
 
down here in st. johns