Colorless Green Ideas

I like it when you just talk to me from your heart What is it about us that makes everything survive The worst part was your heart shaking loose eyeball nectar from the drive up from that place near princeton So we barely touched and it was selfish But I love you. Oh Jesus. I'm not a mormon. But if I was. Lord knows. I would love to be in your pod. To walk with you. To grow old. To be your anchor. The place to which you always return. My princess bride.

It's the truth.

I had a conversation where I wanted to show someone something about depleted steel so I pulled out my knife and showed them the handle and closed blade I encouraged them to take it, hold it. Try the feel. But then something strange happened as we talked the person said. "Give it back to me" and at first I was surprised. They held onto it. And I smiled. But enough being enough, I told them. If you do not give me back my knife. I will call the police. I asked for it five times. Finally they returned my knife to me. Wiping away their fingerprints Reluctantly Hand shaking like a leaf. I suppose. She wanted leverage. Something she could use to claim her paranoia was real Out of her depth and rolling in wealth Sybaritic Unaware I thought as I reflected I would laugh but only a sadness fell upon me She had sent me a letter all but confessing her love for me and I explained carefully That I love someone. That polyamory...

I have no ink no tattoos only scars They tell a story of the time I went home with my hand holding in my insides They whisper of the day I was left alone in the desert to die They show where the metal wounds come from the sharp edges of mountain bikes and where the road rushes up to meet you from the skateboard that you ride There is one from when I was very young and the knife missed and so I am not blind There is one upon my ear where the clip of the gun smashed through the window and cut my earlobe I drove away in reverse as fast as I could There are scars and broken bones And a broken heart

I crashed my car today and it hurt the front torn up it struck a black car and slid under it knocking off their spare tire I crashed my car today and it hurt my child in the seat I tried to start and drive but I did not get too far and ended up on a truck I feel stupid and sad and embarassed and a little scared, because I need that car Tomorrow I give my child a ride to school on the back of a motorcycle Tomorrow I try to fix a car that is almost completely destroyed I want to try I want to make things better I'm sorry I hurt you

Let's quietly let our neighbors do their own thing they are shy we keep to our own And the Bishop at church sits at his desk alone waiting You did not go today. You made a sandwich. You did not confront your fears. You faced them. With a soft puppy. With soft jaws. And a faint smell in its fur. That you barely recognize. You eat the sandwich. And watch Maze De La Roche. She stands there, short hair. Loves you for who you are. The failings of her sex uncrecognized. She hates to be touched. I am guessing she was never lesbian. She hates touch. She mistrusts. She wants to be pure. But the bacteria circle around her. And even in isolation. When the puppy smell is gone. She no longer has a use for you. the wicked intimacy of child's play inside her intestines and fire works against her skin she sees the sing she has become inside and it burns

Nous avions trop fumé, un peu plus que d'habitude J'ai la tête qui tourne, décollage dans la lune Et nous avions passé la nuit Décollage dans l'espace Décollage sur la lune Et quand tout s'est arrêté, la musique m'a pris Et je sais que tout va être Tout va bien avec le son, j'ai surpassé mes peurs Et je sais que tu vas être Décollage dans l'espace Décollage sur la lune Décollage dans l'espace On regarde quelque part Je sais, j'ai pas envie d'être naïve Quand j'ouvre les yeux, le monde est parallèle et je sais La foi est un seul œil Décollage dans l'espace Décollage sur la lune

Summon the past it's the cat's pajamas I feel You feel soft silk and skirts and comfort at last You deserve it But you're also at work for the first time in your life Don't blow it. Let the EDM unfold its chords rip through space and time teaching it how to bend and grow Let space and time show us how to really go You Your Skin Your decent boob job Everything I'll take three Learn how to bend The willow teached A great storm is coming No need For the He's At Home He's Here. Let's burn him. Let's burn his dog.