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New Myths

Glory of the Sun


in the glory of the sun
at dawn
looking down at the street below
& you naked in a corner of the bed
being born again
being born again
in the glory of the sun
in the glory of the sun
in the glory of the sun
so full of joy like i'm retarded
the fever's broken
the birds are joking with the cats
i brush your lips with my sacred lips
breathless, calm & lusting
after what comes next
in the glory of the sun
at dusk
wondering how to pin the night
& grab it by the throat & make it flare
being born again
being born again
in the glory of the sun
in the glory of her cunt
in the glory of the sun.

Perfect Life

the perfect life's right in front of me
and i'm feeding its shadow
the tiny hand of gratitude
and i'm gnawing the knuckles

the city's lights burn down on me
but i'm bored blind
i can't afford the strange desires
the average ones leave me tired

please won't you say to me
i release you, go you’re free
i don't remember who i am
this moment's an embarassment

the perfect life's right in front of me
and i'm serving its shadow
the tiny hand of gratitude
and i'm gnawing the knuckles

the perfect life's right in front of me
and i'm feeding its shadow
i won't be swayed by humanist pity
fuck the rich and their cities

please won't you say to me
i love you, this is equality
please, i want your lips
to reclaim myself with a kiss

please won't you say to me
i release you, go you’re free
i don't remember who i am
this moment's an embarrassment .

Munky

Truth Drug

i got hold of a truth drug
i'm not sure what it means
but i'm dying to try -
i've got a good idea.

i see you talking in the payphone
& if i put it in your drink
would i really want to witness
i'd love to drown in your leaks

i got hold of a truth drug
i like the idea & the power
you know the will draws strong
on the palm of my hand

i'd know the lies you came up with
were the truth in your sleep
i'd know what's truly allowed -
& where my truths cease.

i got hold of a truth drug
it may be the last thing i need.

Occult Piss

when we first met,
clouds heaved & burst
insight came as a kiss
followed as a curse
on a bed soaked in oils,
strange flowers & perfume
i bent the walls to your cell
i gave you something to lose
no second thoughts
it's too late for regret
what follows you now
will never relent
out in the cold
in the wind's rush & hiss
you want some kind of power
not an occult piss
now a black heart shimmies
at the back of the bus
what your body craves,
your mind will never trust
no second thoughts
no cheap regrets
what follows you now
will never forget.

Estrogen Mess

fate
swung a thick fist & almost threw you away
hey
when the knife bit your neck & you bit his dick so hard that
both of you screamed
when you were walking
the streets of rochester
in a blue sleek dress you were so thin
your hips made a mess of so many minds
& it just got weirder
you
come in the room like an eternal threat to love
you
tell me you’re dreaming & things'll start bleeding
if you open your eyes
when you were walking
down lyell avenue
in the warm summer rain nothing was grim
your smirk made a mess of so many minds
& it just got weirder
now you wake up displaced
you forget your own face
you’re terrified by the limits
of your immediate space
you wake up displaced
buildings roar in your face
you’re so scared, you’re so scared, you’re so scared
you’re so scared...

Already Dead

 so wild, hitting a wall
i've been living like there isn't a life in me
down & down, spinning lines off
like a genuine poet, yeah, you should have seen me
feeling like dave kelly, stretched out on the hospital bed
i was so corruptible

i was a credit to nothing at all
struck dumb, guess the west coast won
some cowboy's grinning at me as i spew jumbled thoughts
casting runes against the empty bed
put my soul up as ante cos i knew it was lost
feeling like dave kelly, beat & lost in a rural estate
i was so corruptible

i was a credit to nothing at all
got a way of holding pain in, a methodology to closing my heart off
where a door opens wide, then closes with a cough
this concentration you see; it's called paranoia
the way she looks at me,  MY LORD! i'm already dead
one day when you’re old, with a scared & scarred heart
& black magic's seeping out of your kitchen garbage
& the devil's knocking, but he won't come in
i'll be down where the pleasure (violence) is
drinking toasts to vic godard & the rest
cos when the chips are down, they look like friends
yeah, when the chips are down, those guys are still you

Back

The Good Life

I Could Live In the Wild

i could live in the wild
feral eyes
needle toothed smile
instead i live in the mild
lopsided eyes
paralytic style

this is the land
of sticky sweet grass
where the muscle in my tongue
is stretched and it's slashed
this is the land
with a full and sweet ass
i'll follow it anywhere
thru the rooms of this bash

somebody loves you
somebody cares
but not in here
and fuck knows if it's beyond those stairs

i could live in the wild
feral eyes
needle toothed smile
instead i live in the mild
lopsided eyes
paralytic style

this is the land
where there's always a chance
the muscle in my heart
can learn a blinding new dance
this is the land
where i bark and i snap
and i jerk and i gnash
until my lungs collapse

somebody loves you
somebody cares
but not in here
and fuck knows if it's beyond those stairs

L’amour

two lovers parallel
one slack, one tense
this was our dynamic
how we made sense

i’m here with no money
& no idea what to do
the big picture gets bigger
our world continues to collapse

cold & bitter spring rain
we could be lost in LA
you laughing, atoms splitting
beneath our skins a vaster space
two lovers paralyzed
(ec)static electricity
it looked like a painting
in the albright-knox gallery

i’m here I need money
& some idea of what to do
the big picture gets bigger
our bodies will soon be shadows
so we touch & keep our chains
we show our dreams what we can do
we synthesize love, magic & fear
& try to see our feelings through

In the Disco (in the nursing home)

when your caution's been exhausted
and magic's the preserve of youth
when you get inside
oh once you're inside
it's going to change everything
inside of you
i'm so close to the answer
but i'll stay here and wonder
what's the body for
oh what's the body for
if not some kind of
moral pleasure

in the disco in the nursing home
i hope i'll become whole
in the disco in the nursing home
i smile, fascinated and free

sometimes my fantasies
get the best of me
but in the end, oh is there an end?
my nerves will get me through.
it's no longer a matter
of up or down
it's just watching the
dancers move back and forth
north, south, avoiding the drool
that spills from my mouth.

in the disco in the nursing home
i know i'll become whole
in the disco in the nursing home
i'll smile, fascinated and free.

Fuel

I am my father's son
hemmed and pinned by the ones I love
I am a spoiled and selfish one
with a groping and uncertain love

 

I've got a new kind of fuel
I'm glad to be a fool
in infinite wisdom
I growl
I've got a new kind of fuel

I don't understand my life
It used to tear and gouge
I don’t understand my life
It now just sits and slows

This is my gift
a sadness you
can touch, punch and caress
when you're alone in your bed

I've got a new kind of fuel
I'm glad to be a fool
in infinite wisdom
I growl
I've got a new kind of fuel

I add my grievance to the rest, etc.

Laying Low

Today
Today has the power of night
What a sight
My skull bends where it meets light

The sun does funny things
To Portland streets
 I’d like a car to get around
Laying low in the backseat
Like a gentle voice
On a tender breeze
Better words from better places
Thrown out of my head

I write
I write like I’m something else
You’re right
I’ll never be as brave as you as you

The sun does funny things
To Portland streets
 I’d like a car to get around
Laying low in the backseat
Like a gentle voice
On a tender breeze
Better words from better men
Thrown out of my head

I take the day off
And take a walk
A TV with static
Gave me the power to talk

Undressed      
Desire dies from the inside out
Impressed
I guess I’ll remap a provisional route

The Good Life

In a pool in your California dark
There are fools who will never know this spark
All day in the sun I  took my brain apart
The heat feels good but the body’s soft
A dining room and a cold ear of corn
There are fools who will laugh at this in scorn
You should spend your entire life
Making peace with what you are
Too much of a good thing
Is rarely ever bad
The world that calls itself the world
Is wrong again
In a swoon licking air-conditioned lips
Mirrors never gave you visions like this
Rubbing the silver across your lungs
You’ll never find a zero not marked with blood
But in this pool in this California dark
And the knowledge that death won’t put us out
The good life is out there somewhere
We won’t let it in until it’s good enough
Too much of a good thing
Is rarely ever bad
The world that calls itself the world
Is wrong again
Here in your world
All day masturbating
The sun at different angles
This home is mine for a while
like there’s nothing else
In this life

Cab It Home

cab it home
when you're sullen and greasy
cab it home
the night wasn't so easy
cab it home
your system is yearning
cab it home
your credit card's burning
cab it home
onward and direct
cab it home
to the smell of your bed
cab it home
the upholstery's lesioned
cab it home
and the cabbie is sneezing

politely abrupt
your jacket is stuck
in the latch of the door
your feet grip the floor

cab it home
waiting for the good war
cab it home
your acceptance is imposed
cab it home
lay down your weary head
cab it home
home home
cab it home
beneath a sky choked with thunder
cab it home
on poor terms with wonder
cab it home
oh why can’t it last?
cab it home
with a wave of your hand

finding peace in the back of a car
it wasn't easy but it wasn't so hard
staring into the dark
character actor in a poorly lit shot
talking small talk
extending into the dark

Arms & Legs

These arms and legs
Are too connected to my mind
These arms and legs
Work too hard to divide

I try loving with my mouth shut
I try moving with the earth’s rotation
I’m caught in the same variations
I like pleasure without the realization
That now-now I’m satisfied

These arms and legs
Are too much mind mind mind
These arms and legs
Work too hard to divide

I want something over my mind
I don’t want to depend
On this
Adaptable head
Anticipating and
Accommodating
Every possible bend

I try not to force it loose
I believe in the refined
I’m caught in shadow’s shadows
I like pleasure that never arrives
That never says now- now I’m satisfied

These arms and legs
Are too connected to my mind
These arms and legs
Deliberately divide

Panic

start out knowing you want it all
the night rises rises and you fall
books, music, lust, the onan’s touch
nothing can shake this force

staying home could be safer
but strange people and diversion call
you'll be up all night
but make it to work at dawn

this panic has wealth
its blood is rich
it has history with me
this panic has wealth

there are so many ways to live
one day you’ll find a better way to love
but for now you compromise
a toxic light moves thru your eyes

staying home would be safer
but you just can't sit still
you'll eventually sleep hard
and make it to work at dawn

this panic has wealth
its blood is rich
it has history with me
this panic has wealth

Bomb Culture

i've read of a time called bomb culture
when the underground seemed to work together
it's likely hyperbolic but it's more
appealing than most post-modern endeavors

portland was a soft city
now its surfaces are hard
i see a wizard look right thru me
I’ll likely always feel lost

i'd make underground films for money
but i need a budget, i need time, a vision
the only undergrounds left are our bedrooms
i make beauty via personal schisms

portland was a soft city
now its surfaces are hard
its edges cut right thru me
my center is also soft

my dreams were all about submission
to get on top i gave up dreaming
i get hard thinking about the sixties
but i hit a wall when i reach the now

i'm acquainted with too many "punk rockers"
nothing rose so nothing converged
technology draws a very hard line
the future's pinned beneath a power surge

i'll keep moving so nobody can pin me
i'll die alone yeah so will you
i had a plan- it depended on outrage
when every one knows we're all pure

portland was a soft city
but now its surfaces are hard
one day i'll stop reading
my center could be a bomb

In Extremis

i was suckling at a fleshy star
in the instant of my creation
i can taste the past but
i lose what i've accumulated
your cock's bigger than mine
you've got a more flexible mind
i'd like to make myself afraid
you make fear your serenade
i prefer quiet empty moments
becos pleasure is a sentence
i kiss your hands
i bathe your hands
eightfold path
in extremis
the rim of your lips
tastes better than vengeance
take me come on take me
you'll never take the chance
i spent so long
connecting easy links
you figure it out while i'm
pissing in the sink
i prefer quiet empty moments
becos pleasure is a sentence
i kiss your hands
i bathe your hands
a presence
in extremis
i've changed you
more than you’ve changed me