Grab myself

Grab myself
the nearest clawhammer
roofing nail
and steady hand
he'll tell me
what to strike
I'll tell him
when to break
he's a stubborn
son of bitch
and I'm a lazy
Jack
hour's work
how I sweat
yeah, I owe him
that
for treehouse fort
blacksmith shop
and red aero-
plane
he built the set
for every play
in between
a working man
and a worn out
knight
and all he got
was crippled love
but he bought it
right
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I try not to care

I try not to care
about your pain
I keep mine
and you keep yours
headlines packed
between the cats
self-shot nudes
and comic books
passing by
and rolling up
the windows for
a moment fucked
I cannot stop
big bad cops
poverty
broken ops
I've got
my own shit
like getting laid
publishing
sharing complaints
with my friends
they say they made
solutions
in taverns, bars
revolution
but I mostly
stick to shots
pass the chips
ain't she hot

Relapse

Relapse
of course I know better
but I haven't seen
dangerous me
for several seasons
and a movie
I like to look
at my hand
when loaded with
the breath of death
and the taste
of filthy sex
a little lick
a little suck
nervous system
awkward fuck
I'll wrap it up
before it sticks
to my belly
dripping spit
you can't stay clean
without conflict
my second act
needed a twist

Got a broke bike petal

Got a broke bike petal
shattered lioness
dented hood
water-logged paperpack
pair of pipes
split in half
favorite pants
ripped apart
on a briar patch
I could've stepped left
but I left my backpack
with the pod
on the bus
like the ounce
out my pants
when I tried to sneak it in
to the festival, damn
one night I had
rent
next night I moved
back in

Shake down

Shake down
everbody does
when you want what you want
is a body buzz
hold the line up
while you ponder
how you might get
what they're on to
a little longer
and you might just make your mind up
a big leap
with a back drop
where changing leaves
aren't hacked off
but you back off
hesitating
with the hook in your mouth
still baited
another late kid
with a cover
slung upside
on your shoulder

I like to make

I like to make
believe I live
a mountainside
domicile
my balcony
is not my porch
a valley view
of cityscape
with trees that bend
on streets of shake
their fridges packed
with microbrews
the come and see
on corner posts
advertising
artful folk
special screenings
legal smoke
open mics
but will I go

Switch the blade

Switch the blade
that might slice through
the airtight duct
that tapes the truth
I've been told to
look one way
sleight of hand
man of faith
I can't replace
the god I've made
of selfish thoughts
and can it wait
oh Disney days
and stapled books
the dog is dead
the laptop shook
I've seen I've seen
I've seen the loop
of melted words
up on the roof
of houses housing
empty throats
that warm with each
and every coat
the savior smoked
the prophet puked
I broke my pencil
right in two