mexico

high, on a hill
with a drink

and later
in the car
on the way
to nowhere

we
got to
a deadend
so we turned around

went back
to somewhere
and did
some more drugs

and
the night
dissolved
into nothing

blackout

welcome to my headquarters
shiny with starlight
reflecting off the snow, untouched
surrounding the house

the door is locked
cigarettes and coffee
and over the silence
I'm thinking illegal thoughts

when it gets most quiet
I hear a haunting melody
find me through the wind
before i disconnect

domestic minute

reading the newspaper
celebrities
and atrocities...

in a daydream
i painted a picture
the size of the wall
and dull reality
cut it to pieces
now it's a puzzle

standing up
i see myself, like
a ghost in the coffee table

then i remember
looking through the keyhole
at your naked body
and sit back down
in the chair
where i'm supposed to be

fairytale

when we first met
i smiled at her
and she frowned
and then she told me
ever since she
could remember
she had always had
a fear of clowns

and then we decided
to settle down
we had a daughter
and every morning
we sent her to the well
to get some water
but one day
she brought back
the bucket full of blood

we walked to the well
and pointed a flashlight
into the darkness
and at the bottom
we saw the clown
bleeding and lifeless
this was the first time
i ever heard her laughter
and then we lived
happily ever after

history

i hid in the trees
walked over bridges
and through the fields
i remember the way
the sun hit
the concrete
and the grass

i sat on the steps
watching everybody else
playing their games
smoked a joint
by the road
with only thoughts
in my head
the seasons rolled by
like the
cars

i feel fossilized
encrusted with rust
sometimes
in the light
there's still a dim twinkle
in my stony eyes
i would like to catch
it in a jar
like a burning butterfly
and watch it die