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

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