SWM-SWF

Looking for a partner in crime
Must have a sense of humor
Love my family, love my friends
But don't bother to wink
I won't respond
No, I won't respond

Sexy, Sexier, Secretary
Sexy, Sexier, Sedaris.

Seems We Made
Sure We'd Fail

In my bedroom, you'll find me
My most humbling moment, this is it
The best lie I've ever told
The worst lie I've ever told
I don't lie
No, I don't lie

Sexy, Sexier, The Shins
Sexy, Sexier, Self-deprecation.

Surely We Felt
Something While Murmuring

You're a wonderful man, but.
I never wanted to hurt you, but.
We can still be friends, but.
Every one has a liar and a fool
But I'm not the liar
No, I'm not the fool

Suddenly Weakness Merges
Solace With Fear

What I Don't Need / desiredata

I want to hear your music
hear your music again
from your hands, from your lips

I want your poetry, sensitive and red
like a pickup truck
previously owned by richard brautigan

I want to see your sunsets
sunsets of nothing but horizon
without a road to ride off on

I want to walk your divided road
to the alhambra on the corner
for spanish omelettes and a fruit cup

I want iced tea and your local paper
local and unknown
like raw skin burnt by the walking sun

I want your walls of pinups and cowgirls
nostalgic and smirking
in sunday morning altar-light

I want to be on my knees in your garden
your garden's earth around my fingers
your subtle laugh beside me

I want to feel your breathing deep
to sleep and not to sleep
under a comfort rainbow

Spirit of the Times

waiting for the door to open
and crying to the still air
settling in the window, remembering
grass and gravel of better times
losing your hair, losing your sleep
stretched out on the floor
seeking the spring sun

[untitled]

words of anger
words of love
copied like CDs
or divided like books
broken and shipped in boxes
apart

who owns the words?

the shared is easily missed
the differences, chances to learn

[untitled]

wide-open country
only wind and stars
wind and stars
bears and beer
and swimming silent under skies

Spurned Turned Phrase Phase

dishtowels doused in beer and Bustelo
weepless trees bowing under heaviest rain
sleepy Jesus, lazy upright neglect
grid lights rising to meet their winged reflections
self-sewn sequins and foil falling hearts
resistant to entreaty

Fire Fragments

2005.04 / 2005.06.08-11

tried to live with just your memory
caught between too much and not enough
wishing prairie dreams were more home than vacation

and that heat you feel playing up your back
is the fire that I lit
'cause I'm burning all my bridges
but it keeps me warm, it keeps me warm
in the long plush dark where we lie alone

hoarding my sadness to spend at my leisure
friends arriving and friends departing
leading me on to their pleasure

and that shriek you hear rushing in your ears
is the fire that I lit
'cause I'm burning all my money
and it keeps me warm, it keeps me warm
in the long plush dark where we sleep alone

Heploss

Sleeping with the lights and white noise sublime
The poetry of dreams interrupting my rhyme
Your music knocks me out just like last time
And I'll never catch up to my breath again
Never catch my breath to hold it in

When I slip and fall from a grace
I never knew in the first place
I read your mind and see your face
And fall in love all over again
All over again for the last time

Fever Dream

Woke up in a haze again this morning
Why should what I say
Make any sense today

Fever dream
And how could I believe her
When nothing's what it seems

A light shines through my clouded afternoon
A smile is all she had
It always makes me sad

Fever dream
I never thought I'd leave her
but that's just what it seems

The moon looks over my shadow this evening
I gained and lost a friend
You get yourself in the end

Fever dream
I knew that I'd deceive her
but even that's not what it seems

Why Spare Returns

just when I think I'm out I'm back in
when I thought I had left it behind me
I'm weak in the way I don't want to be

I hear the whispers that don't speak to me anymore
I can barely feel the eyes that don't see me anymore
and even her loss is not mine anymore

now it's 7 AM on God's own Sunday
and I don't know what to do with myself
or who I should belong to

Romance has left me, or I have left Romance
and stretched like a slinky I creak and groan
shame is a comfort, hope is a poison
I still love ya, ya goof

stranger things have happened with strangers
some of them are happening to me now