i’m sharpening the knife
i’m sharpening it
but it won’t become sharper
slow knife
slow time
hyperactive life inside a glass house
i’m sharpening the knife
i’m sharpening it
but it won’t cut deeper
i hold the weapon but no ones frightened
cut through skin
cut through fruit
cut through time  
two hostages tell me about their life
about their dreams
about their aspirations
about their sisters
brothers and lovers
their belongings scattered on the ground
a wallet
a photograph
a pad of paper (un-used)
everything
and nothing
at the same time

AS THE DOOR OPENS UP IT IS TWO METERS WIDE

there is nothing like playing it really loud and belting it out and you know all the words and each word bleeds out (out of you) and you find the wound and you empty yourself then you’re lying there on the floor and you look like a mess and you feel understood by no one but yourself and then you start to see the truth about yourself

in the curve of my cloud you could see all the brush strokes of my self-doubt and my mouth was open ready to shout every sound amplified by heavy amounts of delight through the glass i saw steps tracing out my own path on a road of sand thats disguised as if grass on the ground thats layed through the shroud of the past

in no other space but this
in no other state but this
can you fill these hollowed words
with the feelings that you curb for them

so you’re laughing again as you pull yourself up and as you try to walk you feel the weight of your past as you’re lunged side to side as the door opens up it is two meters wide but you can’t help from falling and you think there must be a way out of this hole that you somehow dug out must be a line written somewhere on the palm of your hand that you can understand

there is nothing like playing it really loud and belting it out and you know all the words and each word bleeds out (out of you) and you find the wound and you empty yourself then you’re lying there on the floor and you look like a mess and you feel understood by no one but yourself and then you start to see the truth about yourself

FIGURINE  

and so she proposed
a summer on the road
squiggled maps give clues to where we’ve been  

taxidermied crow
tattoos never shown
like a doll or childhood figurine

as we stood over him
our shadows painted him   
and so we answered him   
as the waves called out his name

seven ruby strokes
dust coating our throats
as we leave behind the undertow

through an underpass
numbers on the dash
waver like the pen held in her hand

as we stood over him
our shadows painted him   

it didn’t seem to be
harsh at all to me
though they might be called atrocities
she sealed it with a kiss
with scarlet on her lips
potent as a strophe along the wind  
or as a bird

i followed the swerve
of her bursting nerve
after we had took him to the bay

as he looked at me
i counted to three  
the olympus resting in my hand

driven from the west
where coyotes rest
leaving behind all that’s left unsaid

in the magazine
devils become kings
as a rear view car comes closing in

it didn’t seem to be
harsh at all to me
though they might be called atrocities
she sealed it with a kiss
with scarlet on her lips
potent as a strophe along the wind  
or as a bird

BANQUET

I could never speak
so i wrote the words in ink
”i never was the one to blame
it was you, it was you”

a contour of your grace
and with scissors I’d embrace
the strangest things i’d put in place
all for you, all for you

left the banquet in the rain
my words were vague
like songs, they say
water ran on window panes
like color or upon your face    

things i wanted to say
like doves, will fly away
again

no gymnopédies
but a banquet just for me
a worthless pearl fills the shell
all for you, all for you

you appeared to be
convinced that i felt complete
these stories that you love to tell
about you, about you

left the banquet in the rain
my words were vague
like songs, they say
water ran on window panes
like color or upon your face    

things i meant to say
like doves, will fly away
again

ROADTRIP WITH LUCIFER

say goodbye and give em a smile
all my moves are perfectly timed
to my favorite song in the world by peggy lee

well, I’ve done my daily crimes
take a ride to clear out my mind  
but I wonder, what is it for?

leaving the city today
with the girls and the hockey boys to lead the way
when they said ”go straight ahead”, I asked ”who is driving?”
is it god or someone else who’s in charge?

took a cab i’m taking a ride   
got a .32 by my side  
peeling off the bitter rinds of clementines  

it is time I pay for my crimes
and if I laugh at god then thats fine  
but I guess he’s dragging behind  
so far behind

say goodbye and give em a smile!
say goodbye and give em a smile!
say goodbye and give em a smile!

leaving the city today
with the girls and the hockey boys to lead the way
when they said ”go straight ahead”,  I asked ”who is driving?”
is it god or someone else who’s in charge?

so I’m leaving… are you coming with?

TIME

do you hear me speaking?
you are dressed for the occassion
did you ever find a way out of this hellhole?
did you ever find out how to get all that you wanted?

did you fear this meeting?
did you expect it to be like this?
did you think I’d understand why you suddenly went away?
did you think that my intentions were hard to gauge?

I came to ask
did you find a way?
did you put away all of the time that died away?

I have these things to tell you
will you be able to receive it? to believe it?
I understand why
I understand why you haven’t called
I understand why you think it’s strange that I’m here
but time has done its work

I know we have been the exit to so much more  
In the process I’ve been fighting my own wars

I came to ask
did you find a way?
did you put away all of the time that died away?

GENERATION ZERO

She was singing a song for me
’Bout the death of this century
And her mother who haunts her in her dreams

As a painting she pictured me
Between dream and reality
As a vision of who I want to be

”Make a killing on comedy”,
Those were the words she sang to me
They were laden with eerie irony

As we both fell down on the floor
I knew that she wished to say much more
But she wondered what good it would be for

And in the morning we will be
Generation zero
Generation zero
And on the walls the words will read
Generation zero
Generation zero

Under the lights she looked so cruel
As if her smirk was pasted on
The pastry crumbling on the dish
And unaware of all the things I wanted to say to her
I went reaching for the gun

And in the morning we will be
Generation zero
Generation zero
And we will laugh through everything
Generation zero
Generation zero
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