some things last a long time

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEGTkSyHh8M

we were riding
there was grass
passing along our legs
like hands
coming to feel the life
that was squirming in us
like crisp dollars

we are spinning

I don't know where the dials will land
if I think about it
I will cry again

we are spinning

the wind still makes us smile

we laid on the grass
our lighters, then the fireflies, then the stars

you tucked your heart in deep
there were folds that still spilled out
from time to time

I licked at them
some times you got so cold
and pulled away
taking my taste buds with you

I'd like to think they
were scrappy little things

that crawled around and found places to nestle inside
in corners and closets and drawers
and maybe some times you'll stumble upon them
and think of me

and they'll dance nice or make something good or sing funny
and you'll smile when you think f me

I really hope they didn't crumble to dust

life is tasteless when you're not lit

I grind my teeth when I sleep
I always dream about you

I think, subconsciously, I am trying to
start a fire in my mouth

always looking for the right thing to say
that'll warm your heart

haiku

I have never seen
a commercial where the black
women had straight hair

Homesick, First Semester of College. Changing Them to You, in a Dream.

dear friend

I haven't touched anyone since I got here
and I don't mean fucked

I mean

a flurry of handshakes
and two hugs
are the only tallies for my extremeties

and that's why I cried
in your arms
the last night
before I left

because I knew
it'd be the last chance
to wet someone's shoulder
for a very
long
time

maybe if I was really desperate
I would start making myself
throw up when I drink
that'd do it

someone'd hold me
and carry me up
my pain soaking their sleeve
and I'd be able to tell them
I loved them
and mean it!

it'd be just like home
and they'd take me to bed
and I'd say "stay

lay here with me.

let's
see
if we could have
the same dream"

and they would say
"no.
even if we did

they'd be equations
with different solutions"

I'd say
"your face is at the top of my mountain"

and they'd say
"you are a

pretty high summit!
such a polite summit"

I dream like a dog

you dream like a football game
in Best Buy

and you'd say
"you can't even behold my hues

and I'd say "ya
I only see two colors, duh nigga

but I like them shapes mighty much
and I can smell the God on you
all over you"

and you'd say "I earned this God"
and I'd say "I got a big tongue
and I'd love to use it if you'd let me"

and you'd put your hand on the back of my head,

and pet me.

and my mouth would go dry from lolling so much

and you'd say "you should drink some water"

and I'd say "I'm only thirsty for you!"

and it'd be too late in the night for you to think

that was cute

and you'd say "you should really drink some water. so you won't be so hungover in the morning."

and I'd say "I love you"

and you'd say "I know. You've said that a lot."

and you'd leave.

and I'd say "just like home"

and I'd say "I love you"

and mean it

and it wouldn't change anything

and the door wouldn't move

and I'd say

Just Like Home

walla walla

got a head full of bowling pins big as oaks
slinging tongues packed tight as snow at em
hard as I can
keep getting the wrong kinds
of strikes


my eyes roll around
like a chamber of blanks
rotating, click
rotate, click
rotate, click?
rotate, click?
like,
"I -swear- we clicked"

my eyes roll around and over You
like the ghost from a dull yellow lantern
hand-to-glassing the white spotlight
showering your head

my eyes send out beams
that waver on your ever-present back side
looking like trembling fading stains

I spit game
in a thunderstorm

the plates spin around

the plates fall in a chorus of
"nigga, please"

everyone is strangely beautiful if you love them enough

so sick of your heart winking at me
a dirty spiked red light

but not like sick like anything on wheels

but sick like a man on a raft
sick like a man who'll stop stroking toward mirage
when we get some real fucking meat in this place

sick like waiting for it to get up and walk through
the smoke to you
because it's all you've got
so if that don't make it
then why not burn

sick like waking up
still has my hands just as empty

at least these walls have color
when I'm sleeping

I tripped again.

my posture is all fucked up

I tripped again.

keep

fucking

tripping

I guess I ain't got it in me
to change the way I walk

I think I just been hoping
that the street will blink first

make itself smooth as my young tongue
don't it know what I got loaded?

lol do I?

ca lick

Hold Down

http://www.zshare.net/audio/673532225f761ffc/

At the end of days
I lay with your hands
in my mind
but not in mine

cant stand this

I thought
I could fuck
your heart
and its rings
into my fingers

I thought
way too much
wanted to dress the cover
not a spineless page

I'm soft
against your back

I'm lost
against your back


I light myself up for you
cant just keep it cool


givin yr heart to wild things
the more you do, the stronger

Caterpillar Playground

I'ma put my heart in a box
peel the skin till
the shock screams STOP
till the blood loss
and the time lost
forces me into the Can't No More
until then I'ma bore into the floor
with my tongue till somethin comes running up
back to me
hopefully claps and "ee!"s
if not I got a million of these
till I can crack the key

every friggin time I do some shit
I wanna do somethin
nobody's ever listened
to before
the problem is
uhh nobody listens
except maybe friends

but I can take it on the chin
which, by the way, is a cleft,
which by the way means it looks like an ass
so I'm gon keep shootin shit out my cheeks/lips
till there's nothing left
and my heart aint missed a step yet

and I got aint a inch of regret
cauz this baby engine just begs to be revved
and never forgets
I'm six albums deep
and I'm just now cracking my neck

I hope I hope
I hope I hope


the first time I heard Kid Cudi
I was kinda feelin buddy
secrelty like "Damn,
I hope this man don't
steal my fans" cuz at
first glance, shit
I like ratatat
I like MGMT
and emotion and cloudy synths
but the more I heard dude
lyrics wuh no diss
but our motives are much different
still every time I see a toe slide in my lane
it loose up somethin in my brain like
"baby it's time to go"
like it's The Road
and I'm carryin the fire
cant let nobody get me got
run my niche, inhabit my trench
nah
I'ma dig I'ma dig I'ma dig till I rot
I'ma griot I'ma blank clock
meaning I ain't got no time
to fuck around on path
that's already beatin
I'onn wanna repeat nothin
Germaphobe
nah I aint touchin
anything if already got
fingerprints
unless I'ma take those rings apart
flip em upside down
change the color

make a mark
make a mark
that's all I wanna do
make a mark

http://www.zshare.net/audio/66968438ff506017/
www.myspace.com/nurses

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rDaLugULcg

so what
they tell me to bury you
stuff you in an envelope

I've been trying to write my rapture
for almost a year now
it's felt like jerking at a lawnmower
the sputtering coughs of the engine
blue balling me
jerking and jerking
until my shoulder dislocates

see? see how funny that is?
remember when I dislocated my shoulder?
do you know why that happened?

and then I'll hold the cord in my teeth
pulling and writhing, waiting for the neck to go next

that's how it always is with these girls
my girls

they told me to bury you
you are making me sick now

but that's how it is

Alex and I sat at a poetry show
crying over the cords around our necks

He and I have promised each other so many times
that we could give our nails the slip

I've got a special metal plate vrrrring behind my eyes

and I am seeing the pattern
that "CRAAAAZY" seems to be the minus to my plus

I give, you take

And when Alex and I were
on the phone the other day
comparing the threads
tightdressing our throats

I said

The worst feeling
is that you have to know
about the choke

I am absolutely sure
that you can tell
when you've slapped me into a tailspin

I'm trying to figure out

how big my slice of your day is
when you've ecclipsed mine
does a crying, chainsmoking Emanuel
ever come up on shuffle

does it ever cloud you, even a little bit
how horrible
how terrible

I'm too scared of death to keep secrets
It's why I write poems so much

It's why I can't pretend
that certain things are not precious to me

and if I could eat potatoes
and be happy
then spuds it would be

but it's only knives that
keep my dick hard
these days

trying to follow the pieces back
to find out where this shit came from

but in the mean time
I am lonely
and I like sharp girls

and you are gutting
ripping through
idling time until your Big Love
can come and satisfy you

until then, I guess
you can unstring me, curious, bored
and peek at the insides of my skin

and blush the color of my blood
covering your cheeks and teeth

treat every piece of my quaking heart
like a sunflower seed

what am I to you