Denis Johnson
Heat

Here in the electric dusk your naked lover
tips the glass high and the ice cubes fall against her teeth.
It's beautiful Susan, her hair sticky with gin,
Our Lady of Wet Glass-Rings on the Album Cover,
streaming with hatred in the heat
as the record falls and the snake-band chorus begin
to break like terrible news from the Rolling Stones,
and such a last light-full of spheres and zones.
August,
you're just an erotic hallucination
just so much feverishly produced kazoo music,
are you serious?-this large oven impersonating night,
this exaustion mutilated to resemble passion,
the bogus moon of tenderness and magic
you hold out to each prisoner like a cup of light?


"You're a stone fox." -Virgin Suicides

can we pretend its 2008?

sadness

cold still
of the afternoon
holds in the room
laying its lethargy
all around
enchanting the furniture
turning it to stone.

if i were a pack of cigarettes i think i would be called plain country.

see "Eau D'Bedroom Dancing" by Le Tigre

Nothing really has anything to with anything else...

"I need you dance. I need you to strip. I need you to shake
your little ass and hips. I need you to grind like your working for tips."- P. Diddy

"Hot topic is the way that we rhyme." -Le Tigre

"We should be line DANCING" -Waiting for Guffman

sexual loathing ect....

ghost

Nico
soft
sad
plays
the ghost of a body
flits in my mind
mouth open
I imagine
the inarticulate
shuffle of fingers
on skin
a permiscuous dreamer
I sit

black cat. no tail.
(bad omen or double negative?)

immediately followed by
a biker funeral procession
(indecipherable, yet a decidedly bad omen)

what does it all mean?
i will just indulge in my ignorance

"j'taime the valley!" -xiu xiu

"They'll never catch me... because I'm fucking innocent." -Bottle Rocket

Ode to the Library

facade
[sadness felt]
rows
& rows of books
that never get looks
the combined knowledge
of humanity
collected & forgotten
for all that reality
offers
[bullshit]
are you lonely friend?
used
for purposes unworthy
they pass your steady arms
neglect your contents
only passing through
quickly
with irreverance
inbetween your walls
[fuckers]
you would think
it would matter
but it does not.