I said "I'll wait for you
Reach out and touch what's in front of you"
you said "I'm not a prize
I can't be won just anytime"
and "I can do better than you
anytime I choose"
a bitter mentality 

I'd crawl on my hands and knees
I'd do just anything to please
aa topical turnstile loop
a moral quandary for the troops
that surround your borders armed
in brittle crypts, don't be alarmed
"terrapin shells for me?"

Should I self immolate
Or would it be better to wait for you
Should I take of my veil of arrogance
Or would you like to do what you do
(breathe fire)

Seems that you are fine
two lazy dots that make a line
Glib, disjointed rule
Kind, compassionate fool
who cares about me
where I should be seen
but not heard

If You Can Stop It

I don't aspire
to anything higher
than the desire
to be owned by you

Keep me away
from homegrown cliches
skies speckled grey
and dreaming all day

Broken hearted genius, wouldn't believe us
Stations of the cross, that year you fucked your boss
"I guess that's fine,
they do it all the time."
Nancy fullofgrace, what happened to your face

The doormen conspired
with Greta Garbo inspired
women who fired
and cut to the bone

God speed the plough
second nervous breakdown
I'll be around
to collapse under you
and shirk,

Borne from convenience, didn't leave us
banking on the night, that you would lose your sight
So I can roll my eyes
I do it all the time
Marianne Faithful, Parkinsons was fatal

You'll never go
where stunted girls bemoan
You'll never see
what you came to be
Dementia ridden fool
falls off a stool
Ego driven mad
world class fads,
faces,
equal places
what you say is
benign
fine, they do it all the time

Ann Ben

The modern world doesn't need transitory leaders
I cut wood not oak but cedar
I just need to get out of my head
But maybe I'm hoping you said

"I know that it's true
what they say, about you
that you're cruel
that you're nothing more, than a hopeless bore"

I'm not worthy to drink your blood
Retire, abandoned to the woods
I owe the world a tragedy
But maybe you said to me

"I know that it's true
what they say, about you
that you're who
you said you were and much, much more"

And all that I want
is everything
All that I want
is everything

A Strange Affliction

White people are scared
of Malcolm X
think about meeting
violence with protest
What those thoughts concerned
abortion clinics that we burned
"I was fighting for you
before any of ya knew
About young roughnecks
who are Malay
or was it Bombay"

The middle class can't lie
rose tinted isn't blind
Common disaffection
With a moral complexion
Stacked homes and steeped hills
Bobbing that pay the bills
the things we do to women
suffocate them is a given
"I love you but I'm bored"
homeless people we ignored
"I was fighting for you
our side of the aisle is blue"
From yelling about those 
god damn kids
and those lousy Yids

"My shoulders shrink around you
It's a shame your gonna get old"
Towns that count on miracles
Acts of God I could pigeonhole
Every single time

Surely there's more
than what you've given yourself for
Surely you need
More than what we can guarantee
Maybe I saw him
Maybe I didn't
What difference does it make
you're just trying to take the easy way out

Lonely

Clover Adams
marched ahead
straight dyed hair
and barely fed
a modern marvel
a mystery
a quarter 
Cherokee

I can rescue you from that pram
a drug dealer who just doesn't understand
that love is just this stupid game
four chords, the songs the same
that not to be outdone
it's not fun
to pick up your shoes and run
to trample children
every time you leave a building

Gunga Din
Catholic sins
broken lakes
when you skate
in those cold harsh Polish winters
with those ugly Kopec sisters

I can make you more like me
broken, but at least I see
how absurd this whole thing is
to ignore it would be elitist
the daughters of the air, with their fair hair
she was gone,
she was a professional contrarian
Eastern European, probably Bulgarian
Europe's on fire, always storming
conservativism will die with global warming

Mary Celeste, wasn't the best
Roanoke, abandoned boat
I just couldn't resist

Clover Adams

It's Always Something Isn't It

The Harvesting

I'll Meet You There

In Other Words

21st Century Boy

Love Is Dead

Simeon Angel

Anna Golden

Frau Huldra

Irreligious

Buzzcock. Primitive. From Chicagoland.

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