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Poetry as History. History as Catharsis. Catharsis as Poetry.

Demention

It takes time,
Time to talk yourself into anything
But there's space,
Oh so much space between us now

It's been so long,
Longer than the waiting for my life to be what it seems
And my heart is open wide,
Wide enough to hold the pieces of all my dreams
My feelings deep,
Deep enough to drown in if only I would try
And I'm so high,
High on all the tragedy and laughter left behind

It takes time,
Time to talk yourself out of everything
And all that space,
Space is all that's left between us and inside me now

table scraps

[1999]

Pick you up and look for the label
Put you down back on the table

Someday you'll know I was right
When you're the person you promised you'd be

[2002.07.21]

i need you to cut me off
i need you to cut me off
Will you be my tourniquet

Christ i dunno
I've run out of reckless abandon
just sit on my ass watching ruthless aggression
and i've already made last call

[2002.10.23]

the ghost inside me loves the ghost of you still

[2002.11.23]

Pull the trigger of the future
Kill the memory of the past

[2002.12.15]

Sleeping gods lie [through their teeth]

[2003.07.15]

Can't promise you a bed of roses
Without showing you the dirt
Can't reach for the pie in the sky
but make sure you don't miss the tin

[2003.09.28]

You took the apple of my eye
Cut it up into a pie
Served up a slice oh so sly
So where's my fucking ice cream?

[2003.10.03]

It's hot for damn near anywhere else
But cold for a day in hell

Made my bed
Now I have to tell half-truths in it

[2003.11.24]

Three Mind Blights

[2004.04.05]

...
now the game between us
is played out
...
now the song between us
is played out
...
now the rope between us
is played out