Bye, Y’all

There’s so much to cry about
I’ve decided to join the tar pits
So my sadness can be immortalized
With the dinosaurs
I’m just so full of tears
Like a trillion bath bubbles for my eyes
And ouch
I’d rather sit in mud and become a statue
Love does exist but I’m putting my hard-earned faith in death
Besides wooly mammoths are probably warm

Oakland

No, no more rice milk
No more micro dust from the Red Sea
Or million bottles of virgin oil
No more tempeh
Or soy yogurt
No more agave syrup

I want substance
I want cement and pain and violence like what’s outside
I’d rather live at the liquor store
They have real cheese

9.23.08

Pete

I shouldn't write for you, but disappointment is such a good muse

I met an elf, diary
One who plays his voice for an instrument
His name is Pete
We can file him under "Drummers from the Past" in the love archives
Even if he doesn't have Lorin or Barry's rhythm

The elf is blond, and he's technically a hobbit
He's got those criminal curls you like
And a mouth of perfect, except for the jagged animal on the left
Straight out of our imagination

The elf hurt my feelings
But I don't want to blame him
He's forgiven by way of cuteness
And why hold a grudge against a memory?
Pete won't be calling
He'll be running, diary

It's kind of like I tried to ride his motorcycle before I put on his leather jacket


7.2.8

Wine for Dinner

This is my specialty
I call it Delicious
Bridget Jones
Bukowski
It's a glass of excuses
Tastes like glitter
I make it like this:
Open
Pour
Recover

Plenty of Fish

Setting Sail
In a perky white sailor hat, I waved goodbye to the shore
Smiling and cupping my hand like little Miss Mermaid Lagoon
Waves crashed and soared around my tiny love boat
Following my heart across the Atlantic

The ocean drifted me along as I ate canned sardines
And laughed at my good fortune
As I rafted over the current I dreamt
Of panning tide pools for seahorses together

The Romantic Ending
One day I arrived, singing, "Land, ho!"
The captain came to greet me, offering his hand
So I could reach the dock
And we watched crocodiles under the magic moon

The Drowning Ending
One day I arrived, singing, "Land, ho!"
The first mate lent me his cane for balance
And introduced me to the captain
Who seemed surprised I was there

7.21.08

Jabberblocky

"All aboard!" Conductor calls and I jam in next to the goat eating newspaper
He's so bristly and wears a triangle hat
Off our train thunders over miles of squares before it's halting
"This stop is the Banquet Hall!"
I guess the goat is getting off here
Soon, we roar away again
Through the window passes a turtle on two legs
Then a unicorn eating cake
"This stop is the Ballroom!"
A tall rabbit takes his coat and exits
I cross my legs, watching his long ears
Then, whoosh....
"This stop is the Bedroom Mirror!"
A pretty girl with a blue apron curtsies before she steps off
Little mice with teacups trail behind her
Staring out the window, Wonderland's a blur
I'll never get off the train. It's better in here.

Danger

Oh, this gelatinous blood again
These open tendons
Halloween's delicious sauces creamed over from you to me
It all came from the last crash too
I've peeled off these rubber wrecking gloves
Tasted this sweat
No 911 now
No need
I remember the spectacular sirens from last time

07.01.08