goodbye, sober

I. reptiles and amphibians of the American midwest

 

face first

gone livin'

hit the minute to minute

scenic skies derived from imagination

pretty swirly imagination

traces Marlboro exhalations

my sedated hands, palms up and outward

catch a little bit of rainfall

watch the sun falter, stutter step around puddles

like muddied little thoughts that

come and go through unlocked doors

don't pause to knock or wait for answers

dancers in the strobe light

hypnotic swaying

simpleminded happiness... next 3 exits

 

II. Amy Wong naked

 

my comic book panel camped out by the bonfire

still bar fights solve everything

really... everything

the three dimensional flattened out

 

come crumble with me

like civilization

stand in the shallow water

at the edge of anywhere/nowhere

beyond lay the limits

fashioned from static reception

petulantly translucent

my stories have all been told

i'm so repetitive, petitive, petitive

deader second to second hand

brings the drizzle

a tickle like muscle relaxers kicking in

make themselves comfortable

settle in for the long haul

 

III. death by stereo

 

i thought it would be cool

to draw your picture sans pencil and eraser

black ink, baby... like a headstone

and your slow no, never

fast forwarded to the next level leveled

Godzillaed with the best left foot

and i bet i could build you a bullet

out of love songs

load it in the chamber

rearrange it to resemble your bedroom

blurry in the pastel

lower to the ground

softer sounds

like guerrilla warfare

if guerrillas were ninjas

 

IV. two packs of reds

 

it's maybe oversimplified

i didn't have to breathe the first time

blinds and designed by conceptualized standards

and on bandwidths, the rampage cradled

with the steel gray Thursday morning cough

check the hockey scores and the Hawkeye line

twitch my caffeine stare

my sloppy billiards shot

and it's first date conversation in a dead zone

resin on fingertips

bad years, passersby, pale winter traffic

as if choreographed by a nervous deity

as if to say

"I got nothin', man."

 

V. hell yeah, i'll take Gary Roberts any day of the week!

 

trip me

little

drip me out in tricklefuls

splash me on the flat

and watch me ripple infinitus

head westward

shotgun

with a lecture and a habit and

wouldn't you just know it?

wink, wink

my fingers were crossed

 

VI. falling in love with a porn star

 

probably like patient lifetimes

less voice or reactive

relax, it's not redemptive in the least bit

ripped jeans and an old t-shirt

not going to war, no anchors

on a gravy train with biscuit wheels

i was staring at the night lights

thinking Pluto got a bum rap

when the expanse of the canyon came

and sat down beside me

asked, "what're you gonna do when you're out of answers?"

hello, big ol' brick wall

smashmouth

like the little by little built into bridges

spanning skyscraper cities

and all the angry everyday people out there

an abrupt shift, almost inaudible sigh

i wrote your ballad on a placemat

from a diner in southern Manitoba

heavy lidded gaze out at midnight traffic

neon reflections on complacent coffee

i left it there...

 

VII. the king of 'em all, y'all

 

peace of mind

childishly drawn in charcoal

the revolution radio friendly

used small words and simple melodies

rhyme schemes and daydreams everyone enjoyed

handcrafted low frequencies

still my don't knows and

long winded arguments against

take billiards balls down by the stripe

till the black one

my sense of surreal

so monosyllabic

words don't work their forty

punch out and head home

stare out the window at gridlock

exhale heavily

and shuffle 'tween stations

my theory

my vulnerabilities exposed to the whole class

who's that ninja on the playground?

i don't wanna go to school today

Reviews

[Debord]

Nice energy and imagery. Good cadence.

[Amanda_Rose]

wording is awesome. flows extremely well. i can see this being sung