Skeleton Car Keys

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This girl, I tell ya kid… I got one…

Great kid, don’t get cocky.

Butt.

By tracing language back to its origins… words back to antecedent words… could you trace spirituality back to actual contact with the divine…
for in the beginning was the with god… and the with god was put into a word… and the word was god and the word was…
and is…

ah, heideggerian forethoughts from descanted interpretatacious periods when dinosaurs roamed my brains

but still,
it’s probably true

it’s all just street talk to me, slug

hedwig totally a she
somehow this world must break
us free
science isn’t evil
just impossible to touch
like the sacrament
of religion
the inverse
of the ‘verse
hot! hot! hot! hot! hot!
I hate god like a bug
listening to the good life
we sing the album of the year
spring winds own lee work
if you pay winter be gone
nothing is unsubtle
win you carry a gun
i am sick of no heroes
you disappoint points
i score in the corner
the midcourt reports
the ceiling collapses
the people come out
here is the steeple
and poor me out

touch-down

take nothing to heart?

shgots rang out,
for pizza
30 minutes
or your soul is free

sometimes all you haveis need

the world is so just

but just what

But I wonder if you’d make a better B&E

Than an house fire

or is this a trap?

Or just a secret?

These clouds they pray for storms.

I used to believe
You were a mountain
That I was to climb
Forever
You were to be my heaven
Sunfilled skies and 7-11 Parking Lots
Scratch Off Lusts and Coffee Pots
We had it made
Tailor fit conversation bade
Me continue
In you I saw my fire flame into a star so far out
That I knew it could only be love
I would vacuum rooms in office buildings
Cities distant doubtful landscapes
Aliens attacking governments that couldn’t make it
To a future we would find within us
Sleep was never clean then
It was always like a blanket
Like some love that furrowed its eyebrows at me walking back to my apartment
I swore… something
I’d never lose…
Like I haven’t got a clue
I’ve got ants in my pants
You smeared yourself in peanut butter
Shouted ‘DADA’ in a burning theater
I just bent and loved you further
I know how you feel about me
Because it is how I feel about myself
And that’s what love is, is it not?
Oh tell me what have I got
In this city la resistance
Where I live and do my business
And these dumpsters seek forgiveness
Empty our trash and say “a landfill for your thoughts”
I would throw myself away to get back a single day
I need crutches for a cross
Like a peace symbol a target sought
The vultures circle lazy monsters
And you must stand up to be bought
I
Am
Here?
I
Still

Do
Shoulda spent my youth the mistress of abuse
Those days you wish you were a car thief not some underling of boss
You go a hundred miles an hour just to learn how to be stopped
Kiss me I’m a Riot Kop
You were a mountain
I used to believe
That I was to climb
Forever
And then you left and I was still here
With claws on the bottoms of my feet
And a world of things to deal with
No longer just to feel with
I can’t be angry at you
That’s not what this is about
This is about a mountain
That is still out there and, You
Is just outside my window
So I have to crawl when I go out
I’m wedged between this wall I painted white
And the graffiti in my eyes
There’s a blood hound in a restaurant somewhere
Ordering for you
LOVE DOESN’T HAVE AN ANSWER
YOU DO NOT KNOW THE TRUTH
I bully myself
I don’t know what to do
This is going nowhere
What else is knew
Remember that time
And find it too
A’nge this one’s for you

STAIN CREST SEAL
By STS
I inhabit a stainless steel soul
Behind one of those glass counters at a gas station on a desolate road
The people who drop in are creepy and old
Like hoodlums torn out of want ads
I speak through a stainless steel hole..
HRMPH* WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU *HRMPH
“Pack of cigs” “5 on 10” “all your love”
Then the little drawer closes again
And I try to crawl back in myself
I swear they are actors from hell
Sick demons I know how it sounds
You don’t know what I’m talking about
You’ve had this dream sometimes yourself
But this is not a doctor visit, a poem
They can’t cart me off for my art
Oh sure they can bud, says the man
Who’s banging the chair gainst my walls
I pray to a God you can’t know
A holy thing you’ll never see
I hold my heart tight as I can
This poem relates only to me
- 2/25/2009 – 12:26pm, STL

She likes to photograph
most sacred moments
legs cropped off at the knees
by space debris
Is it exciting for me?
Ten years from now do you wonder where we’ll be
I think in my most precious moments
I feel I’m turning into a skating figurine
some child is perpetually throwing away
My aunt is there, like a sideways human icicle
gigantic on my cheek

I can’t say anything

I freeze

Rebellion only works if there is joy to be divorced…

Repatiate Riotism… Pa’te!

the angry with-it kids hate everything the first time

I can drink circles around you

I can footsie you under the table

Blue swayed shoes

The politiks of infinity is an exact romance

The foreman has injured his plans