Pilot...

i bought a new pen. of the fancy variety.
fountain, i think they call it. they, Pilot.
navigator of words. you write to no one in your
Moleskin journal. such a pity.
your ink flows with no sound as if the paper has been buttered.
are there really words like these?
easy
flowing
silent
careless
breathless
if i don't keep writing, it will dry.
if i don't keep running, i will die.
how dare you write such dramatic words
with such an effortless stroke of black.
the ink crawls onto my skin like a vine
growing fast forward.
seeping through the cracks life has given me.
perhaps it will seep deep into my fragile blood
giving it the strength my body denies it.

this is for someone else. and the music plays between her ivory thighs.

Lyric Laced...

please don't confront me with my failures, i have not forgotten them.

it's hard to forget, ya know? everything i've done wrong, said wrong, haven't done, haven't said. things i've wanted or hoped for, only to fall short or change course because of reasons i still don't understand. in my life, nothing really goes as planned. and really, it's kind of nice that way. hidden surprises and harsh realities. and as Tweedy says, Is that the thanks i get for loving you? oh we can make it better..... hmm.

the thing about failure and faults is that if you plan on it, it will happen. i'm not saying that if your hopes are high and you stay positive no failure can occur. it happens regardless, if it was meant to. what was i thinking when i said it didn't hurt. what was i thinking when i said hello.

i will fail again and my faults will be visible like a word written in marker and who will be there to overlook them with a smile rather than point and sneer? me.

i've chased after love time and time again. i went so far as Massachusetts. i'm not running. not walking. not dragging my feet. i'm standing still.

The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
Your pillow wept
And covered your eyes
And you finally slept
While the sun caught fire

You've changed

We fell in love
In the key of C
We walked along
Down by the sea
You followed me down
The neck to D
And fell again
Into the sea

You changed

Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Something in my veins bloodier than blood

What you once were isn't what you want to be any more

Slow Down, Eat Some Pancakes...

ralentissez, mangez quelques crêpes

verlangsamen Sie sich, essen Sie einige Pfannkuchen

haga más lentos, coma algunos panques

diminua, coma algumas panquecas

il rallentamento, mangia alcuni pancake