Particular Pauses
5 days ago
9/30/07
9/29/07
9/28/07
9/27/07
LOVE POEM FOR GREG EVASON
dead man walking
alive man walking
Christopher Walken
in the mood for a shape
shifting sunburn
on all of your different
faces
because these who we
write the words down
for as front runners
ain't that interested
and that is hunky-
dory with me
my full blessings
without any hatred
in the palms of our
hands
where the sun don't
shine
it's on your shoulders
but not really
sometimes you eat
the pussy and
sometimes the
pussy eats you
alive man walking
Christopher Walken
in the mood for a shape
shifting sunburn
on all of your different
faces
because these who we
write the words down
for as front runners
ain't that interested
and that is hunky-
dory with me
my full blessings
without any hatred
in the palms of our
hands
where the sun don't
shine
it's on your shoulders
but not really
sometimes you eat
the pussy and
sometimes the
pussy eats you
9/26/07
9/25/07
BLUE METAL FLAKE SMEAR
lowriders
she lay passed out on the hood of the
63' Continental
nobody knowing she was really
that bored
first joints reds and Seagrams
Sunset Boulevard
with her scent on my
hands
with the night on her hands
not one hip sentence yet to come
ribbon the
houses empty of a living thing
but who really gave a fuck
those vintage Sky Saxon skies
filled up real quick with letters
then flames
she lay passed out on the hood of the
63' Continental
nobody knowing she was really
that bored
first joints reds and Seagrams
Sunset Boulevard
with her scent on my
hands
with the night on her hands
not one hip sentence yet to come
ribbon the
houses empty of a living thing
but who really gave a fuck
those vintage Sky Saxon skies
filled up real quick with letters
then flames
9/23/07
ALREADY DEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
miss thing dampered
as illusion my kisses on
your corpse my little
one mundane
you
you in my night
the worst part
because I did'nt say
that I am best
when the
needle does the
talking
shot up a 20 sack of
minutes and
came in my pants that's
two more years inside
you think I still walk
talk
I
spin the
broken globes
as illusion my kisses on
your corpse my little
one mundane
you
you in my night
the worst part
because I did'nt say
that I am best
when the
needle does the
talking
shot up a 20 sack of
minutes and
came in my pants that's
two more years inside
you think I still walk
talk
I
spin the
broken globes
9/21/07
Another Morning And No One Is Rioting In The Streets
shaking off the remnants
of a brokered dream
to get a visual of the lies
it takes waking up in
the greatest country
of a brokered dream
to get a visual of the lies
it takes waking up in
the greatest country
9/20/07
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