Paul gave his sons away to the wolves, Patty says
quietly into a little box which she then hands to me.
What am I supposed to do with this? I ask. Hide it
somewhere, she replies, and then forget it was ever
there. This is the only way to live in happiness she says
into another much larger box as I walk down the
hall and out of the alley, into the little imaginary
city that we have been building against our will.
Hooked
This is the sinker,
watch it dance.
For a split, second-studded hour,
reports flow into filthy sinks to the
brim with steaming sanctions.
Think now on possible secrets
longing for the secure cover of
Silence.
I listen in on three stories
of circus ring ghosts
who leave half-asked questions
for those who won't be
bothered with petty prophecies.
But murders splattered glass
into fixed young eyes for
countless evening words.
Nonsense.
Superficial.
Artificial.
Nonsense.
Keep watching.
Mirages come creep, creeping
closer to the edge of tightened
rainbow yarn and fall backward
against walls of strawberry-
blonde
The day after St Valantines,
I'm wearing you around my waist...
You're just a thought, maybe.
Or maybe you're my lover when I have you here,
And my overstimulated imagination when I dont.
Most people form their rules after civilization.
Base their lives on the grounds they live on.
American heritage is of concrete and blind patriotism....
And people need that.
But not me...
And not you.
I build my walls inside your heart.
I make my rules out of the taste of your breath.
This is what I know to be true:
That you and I know nothing...
But theres some surreal understanding
In the dead silence
Between songs
On my
Car stereo.
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