down

Think of me as the one you never figured
the job you couldn't work, the one
that got away
a heist-plot planned and programmed
a celebrity-free crash course in dienetics and
the distribution of wealth
that's how they'll see me, righteous
and divine, ridden into cap-gun
Camelot rapturous and sublime
not a soap-box dynasty, a flicker in your life
more a beat-down mimicry - a soul-fly
enterprise
that's the way that rhythm works you see
ticker tock ticker tock down down with me
a rap for all ages, a white-line
yellowlabel inch by inch crazy
that leaves a retina burn of that girl
this house, his hands
my my my
the familiar bed, the working-bee Panda
something in the way he holds her -
nah, not this super-princess
robot vice positronic brain-beats
she's a simple switch, on-off-again
that's the mode, a la you see
it needs simple fool, oh yeah,
that's me

Tompkins Square, NYC

It's six years gone and I find
myself dead or alive ( catch me
on the first bounce) and I want
squares, common!
a mis-print dollar (what dyu got?)
I can't be like - something's got to
be traded - now the intervening time
denudes passing sentiment until
eleventh hour miseries (michael
jackson, soda) mean you're not doing
anything over again
throw it over here! and you'll
get their money (older men, the
subway) and if you keep them
out later, the ones who cheer you
up it's the first nerf fight ever made
(in that it's sub-mechanical) touch-down!
don't do it.

this whole sham makes me sad

like it's been a year already...

now he sees why she called after the concert...

and i am still not getting what i want
i want to touch the back of your right arm
i wish you could remind me who i was
because every day I’m a little further off

but you are, my love, the astronaut
flying in the face of science
i will gladly stay an afterthought
just bring back some nice reminders

Astronaut - Amanda Palmer

some reasons and/or excuses for my former life

Can't remember, what went wrong last september,
though I'm sure you'd remind me, if you had too ~

Comfortable - John Mayer

To tell the truth, I'm not sure what
happened, and I wish you'd remind me,
if you could

it was...sudden, a tense loss a knee-jerk
something, a conviction of the best way
forward clay-charge with no oversight

like we knew what we were doing, asking
everyone for directions, asking children
to dismantle a church,of deep religions,
that they had no business in

it's all the public slips, feeling my answer's
out there, in them, spattered over bbqs, beer
cocktails in your new dress - and they've, them,
with pearls, to me in your gin-gossip

they're easy to hate - given keys
to you, many many, without the instructions
...it's fission for kids...alchemy for
cherubs bent on candy-thin lives

they'll never know, incapable of knowing
what we felt like, and the hard, hollow (lost-wax method)
that sinks into this silted body, a rumbled
unsettled teeter in foetid canals