Secret Pop

Feb 7, 2005

Ten things I've dreamed about you
You were home You were here You were dead You were angry You saved me You avoided gunfire by crawling on your belly You handed me a fish You had money in your pocket You looked happy You gave up
The bridge of her
I can taste your kisses in my mouth Your cigarettes on my toothbrush I can feel your hands keeping to themselves
Nocturne Gaze fixed on where you would bruise me I would have loved you I would have waited Two eternities I would have sat in your shadow I would have stood in your glow I would have lived in your goodbye I dreamed of being lonely long before I ever was I was in a play with ****, but I wasn't supposed to be on stage, and then all of a sudden, I was a wench in the play and adlibbing and not knowing what to do, but they seemed to like me.
So I was reading The Silmarillion, and -- as with the various pantheons of the ancients -- all of the deified beings seem to have spouses. Even the unpleasantish ones. What if there were gods who were single and anxious about it? Gods who felt lonely and jealous of their other "couple friends" who were always inviting them over for dinner parties but it seemed like it was out of pity.
I was right about how wrong I was about you.
They walk so heavily at night.
Putting my hands in my pockets Until my jeans turn them blue
Be careful what you touch With those fingers of yours
Hang yourself A necklace of hard words
When you're down, looking up just feels like an insult.
I could be not growing corn -- pay me!
Can you believe there are people who were just born? It boggles the mind.
It's late And not for lack of trying
I don't like being lied to. I don't like being kept in the dark. I don't like being treated callously. These things will keep me up at night.
Down takes the color from everything There is no joy left And no appetite for what is flavorless
Up turns me gluttonous Makes me overdo it Gets me giddy And out of control
I fear them both
I don't have much to add to what the newspapers had to say about the day X died. The details were all there. Plenty of people saw his car take the turn too fast. There were more eyewitnesses than there were attendees at his funeral. It seemed that everyone was looking in the very same place at the very same moment. As if everything in the universe converged on that point for one instant. So there could be no doubt.
These callous attempts at caresses are like barbs thrown in prose.
"Everything is life or death here and there are days between smiles."
Every line but one came from me. This came from a spam:
I did not object to the object. I must admit that I am a pretty fair talker. I like tall women. I like tall women. You walk twenty miles on your treadmill before you realize it's not plugged in.
You're so jittery that people use your hands to blend their margaritas. Right one. Candidate said he never finished high school because he was kidnapped and kept in a closet in Mexico. Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear. You forget to unwrap candy bars before eating them.

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