beer, alone, is innocent.
but i have a heavy hand && your skin is paper-thin & albino or vellum & let's play connect the dots ['cause you've got enough ]--parting lines like the memory of you against me & you peeking out through rustedshut eyelids & when i drew mind-pictures of this i drew so hard the heavy dusty lead dug great troughs into the fine grain of a book filled with only blank & when i turn the page, your imprint is there & when i turn the page, your imprint is there & when i turn the page, your imprint is there, && let's play another game now, let's play risk // i'll hold your coat && you take the wheel and play that song again it's not quite in my skull yet, that's right, alright, alright alright, alright, alright, alright -- shake it, shake it,, shake it, shake it like a
and somehow your speakers can keep away the cold, i tried to erase it but in the imprints the lead still stays && i'd have to iron to free it up & ship it out // and clearly, i'd rather be re-aquainting myself with the insides of my eyelids / let's play pit / my stomach wins by default / let's play bingo, let's play corners; that's right, here we are && all my squares are filled, all the tiles between my chucks && your fake chucks spell out words with different number values and let's play clue: it was madame dizack in the girls' club with the red bandana && the brown bottle // it was colonel kelleher behind the bar with the shaker and the green food-coloring ;; and the rope // here, there is so much air between my hand and your hip, here, let me fix that, there, that's better //

let's play life / here we are / we're losing / did i mention you're not supposed to shake polaroids, that's right, it makes the bottoms turn green, my stomach pit is careening out of your front windshield and i'm sure you would be flattered to know you remind me of nick carter's little brother // except older;; so much older i can't--&& that's what you said, wasn't it// let's play another game now, let's play outburst;; i care about you;; let's play sorry, my turn, & jesus, i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm so sorry // & when i turn the page--

let's keep the light on;; i need it,

12/03/2003

Author's Note: happy birthday

Posted on 12/04/2003
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