some days it guts me to know i won't be a father.
some days it guts me that i'll never write another hard rain's gonna fall.
some days it guts me to wonder if.
some days i want to make cocktails for everyone.
some days i wanna do wrong.
some days i don't wanna care.
some days being politic is dreadful.
some days being lonely feels good.
some days being loved hurts.
back to lulu. back to i want another life.
it wears me out.
FIFTY-SIX knows...
the guy at a motel in green river wyoming reading jimmy corrigan.
i want to, i want to be someone else
i'd move to berlin and make people coffee.
that's what i'd do.
TOO MUCH GUILT
THE TRUTH WILL MESS YOU UP
This is how it starts
This is how it ends
right?
right.
oof
missing in action
missing inaction
what to do what to do
she's a swimmer
diving in
dripping wet
toweling off
she dives in again
stretched
snapped
broken
she dives in again
climbing
suspension
disbelief
the water's cold
are those sharks?
dry land
safe distance
boring boring
play politics
keep quiet
slowly crumble
just missing now
vacant staring
are those sharks?
real or imaginary
doesn't matter
anymore
make it matter.
forevermore.
There'll be time to get by to get dry after the swimming pool
There'll be time to just cry I wonder why it didn't work out
Therell be time to fish fry this letter is by yours truly
Yours truly
Now someone in my dictionary's up to no good
I never find the very special words I should
So I have another party with a water glass
And I sit on all your actions it's a birthing game
And I'll bet he needs a shower cause he's just like me
I know the soldiers in the painting I know your secret face
Well your parrot told me just how I can make you smile
Gonna let you do your thinking if you need awhile
But what I gave you made him get mad
A little bit funny how a thing like that
Could travel from one mouth in through another
And the next thing you know you gotta hear it from your brother and
The words they sting like a stump of old wasps
Remember when I said go throw that rock in there
And we ran through the woods to your good house
You forgot about the things that he could say like
I don't think that I like you anymore
Well I found new feelings at the feeling store
And I can't find you at our kissing place
And I'm scared of those new pair of eyes you have
So I duck out and go down to find the swimming pool
Hop a fence, leave the street and wet my feet I'll find a swimming pool
Cause when I'm snuffed out I doubt I'll find a swimming pool
Hop a fence, leave the street and wet my feet I'll find a swimming pool
But I don't wish that I was dead
A very old friend of mine once said
That either way you look at it you have your fits
I have my fits but feeling is good
Confusions not a kidney stone in my brain
But if miscommunicated do we feel the same?
Then either way you look at it you'll have your fits
I have my fits but feeling is good
You gotta give a little you gotta get a little bit
I...
I have of late,—but wherefore I know not,—lost all my mirth art, forgone all custom of exercises expression; and indeed, it goes so heavily oddly with my disposition that this goodly frame aging body, the earth me, seems to me a sterile promontory an unknown and seemingly new person.
What did you see there?
making movies with my friends, skateboarding up and down the block, cycling on country roads and through small towns, playing role-playing games, being a member of the local swim team, jumping off the third deck, playing lazer tag, student council, making popcorn for intermissions, touring plays to libraries, dominating Europe through Diplomacy, participating in YMCA Soccer and Flag Football, playing with cars, creating elaborate scenarios with action figures, going to country music jamborees, camping in Colorado, bit by a cat behind the pepsi machine, snowball fights, kick the can, lighting matches in the closet, pouting over tennis shoes, wearing generra, performing at renaissance festivals, collecting comic books, basketball in the neighbor’s driveway, buying the yearly xmas ornament, driving too fast through small towns, exploring the parks of wilderness outside of town, losing a shoe forever in the creek behind the house, frequenting video game parlors, going to the zoo, watching soaps while out sick from school, going home for lunch, graduating from cub scouts to boy scouts, nachos on christmas eve, making mix tapes, hanging out on Saturdays at the indie record store, starting a political party at school, nature walks, having a crush, making up my own players and teams on Playmaker Football, putting puzzles together on new year’s day, building a group of superheroes with legos, creating a comic book with said group of superheroes, building houses of cards on the living room floor, mowing the lawn, shoveling the sidewalk, reading books in the sun room, making out by the lake, acid in the woods, dreaming under the stars and mountains while foi na cruz plays on the walkman, imagining myself as luke skywalker, indiana jones, and marty mcfly, birthdays in Memorial Stadium, opus in his tent, patting my lap and having Shadow come running
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i think about death a lot now.
receding
receded
recession
spin spin spin
where is it going.
where does it end.
one more slip.
one more push.
blindness.
(work. eat. sleep.
work. eat. sleep.
work. eat. sleep.
death.)
think of me then.
think of me then.
as i will think of you.
shining up above.
shining all around.
carrying on.
going forth.
laughing in that bar.
smiling in that park.
thinking of what was.
and what was.
just a story to be told now.
like it wasn't even you.
but now.
now
is all awake.
i think you're crazy
maybe
it's just me.
I’m sorry that I’m late
I went blind
I got confetti in my eyes
I was held up at yesterday’s parties
I was needed on the congo line
But my dear, oh my dear
I’d like to fight the good fight for another couple of years
‘cause to say the war is over is to say you are a widow
You’re not a widow yet!
You’re not a widow yet!
You’re not a widow yet!
You’re not a widow yet!
So this one’s for the critics and their disappointed mothers
For the cupid and the hunter shooting arrows at each other
Ain’t no such thing as a saint,
Ain’t no such thing as a sinner
There’s a swan among the pigeons of Barcelona’s floor
There’s a Samson with Delilahs lining up outside the door
If you are sharpening your scissors
I am sharpening my scissors,
And I am sharpening my sword
So you can take me to the dragon’s lair
Or you can take me to Rapunzel’s windowsill
Either way it is time for a bigger kind of kill…
A bigger kind of kill.
Oh I see your face when I close my eyes
Oh I see the muscles in your legs from the way you always rise
To the occasion of catching things that fall
Like the statuettes on pedestals I tend to build too tall.
But I have navigated Iceland
I’ve laid my claim on Portugal
I have seen into the wasteland
Oh the future
Oh the future of us all.
i kicked up a whole country
of dead, dead leaves last fall
i kicked up a whole country
of dead, dead leaves last fall
Dead leaves
Dead leaves
Dead leaves
Dead leaves
Seen from the back of a train
I rode away from your station
They drifted in the air
Like memoirs of old conversations
Sprung from a leather case
You opened in the wind
To watch the papers chase each other
Into oblivion
(You’re such a champion
You’re such a champion
I hide behind your sun
You are the champion)
So you can take me to the dragon’s lair
You can take me to Rapunzel’s windowsill
Either way it is time, oh it is time
For a bigger kind of kill…
A bigger kind of kill
-Dragon's Lair from Dragonslayer by Sunset Rubdown
she followed me home from that crap crichton film.
(i had hurt her several years earlier. she was younger. i was doing the right thing. but still. it was hard. on my bday no less. but. these are the decisions we sometimes make.)
i parked the car in the little gravel lot and went inside. two minutes later there was a knock at the door. and there she was. standing in my doorway. with a little smile, a little wave, and a little "hi."
(it's not like we didn't see each other. we did. for a while. but then. well. we were pulled in new directions. which was kind of the point in the first place. to be pulled in new directions. or at least go if we wanted.)
punched in the gut i was. it had been some time since i had seen her. it was the summer before i moved away. never to really return. and it was after. well: done unto me as i done unto her.
(she was my first. not that first. the better kind of first.)
she said she saw me downtown. had been thinking about me, decided to surprise. and surprise she did. wanted to come in. wanted to talk. of course...
(i don't know if i'd been thinking about her. years later i was. i lost track of her for many many years. heard vague things. nothing concrete. found her eventually. sent the e off, got a reply- vague, travelled, distant. a touch mysterious. i replied in kind. then nothing. nothing at all.)
i introduced her to my roommate who kindly excused himself. she looked good. but like a kid sister. not a. we talked a bit. her in the chair in the corner. me on the couch. comfortable.distance. weird - her in my "apartment." out of place. we weren't at that stage back then. of having apartments. all finished basements and backseats and curfews. she was relaxed. i wasn't. nervous. as i was generally. (and probably still am.) she asked - shall we go for a drive. out to the lake. and then i started getting more nervous.
(after saying "sure" in as "whatever" kind of way possible. i excused myself to the bathroom where i prompty puked.)
we got in her car. the accord. she had pulled up and parked right behind my car. her front nestling against my back. and we drove out in the darkness to the lake on the other edge of town.
(it should be obvious by now - this is something we sometimes did. not just this lake but many. in town or out in the country. drive out and park. in fact. it's where it all ended. by a lake. out of town though. not the one we were headed to.)
we parked and went off for a walk on the dam. i think i smoked.
(i did that then. but not before. not around her. oh no.)
which was awful but i was so jangly. nervy. we walked the length and walked the length back. talked and talked. where were we going. what was this.
(i probably knew but didn't.)
we drove back to the apartment. it was late now and talked more. she talked of her boyfriend. we talked of the gift he gave her.
(we had a thing. started on our 6 month. i gave her a bead for every month together. she loved it. she loved the necklace it became.
she earlier told me that winter while on an out-of-town trip, it snapped in the snow. shear panic had set in and she plunged in trying to get them all. she couldn't. some months were gone. she could tell you which bead was what month. thought she didn't tell me which months were lost.)
a waterford crystal clock. that's what he gave her. a college freshman giving another college freshman a waterford clock as a present. and she looked at me when she said it. she looked right into me.
and then it was clear why she was there. and i think i wanted to. i think i did. but i didn't. i couldn't. i was going. she was...going. somewhere. somewhere she probably didn't want to go.
and she left. and i watched her go. watched her get into the blue accord. and drove off. never to see her again.
(until K---- S---- would like to be Added As Your Friend)
Well. Hello.
...drips in saudade...
...fixed in my head...
...don't ever leave...
......... never............
Swinging in the backyard
Pull up in your fast car
Whistling my name
Open up a beer
And you take it over here
And play a video game
I'm in his favorite sun dress
Watching me get undressed
Take that body downtown
I say you the bestest
Lean in for a big kiss
Put his favorite perfume on
Go play a video game
It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you want to do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you
Baby now you do
Singing in the old bars
Swinging with the old stars
Living for the fame
Kissing in the blue dark
Playing pool and wild darts
Video games
He holds me in his big arms
Drunk and I am seeing stars
This is all I think of
Watching all our friends fall
In and out of Old Paul's
This is my idea of fun
Playing video games
It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you want to do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you
Baby now you do
(Now you do)
It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you want to do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you
Baby now you do
My dad turned 64 yesterday.
When I'm 64 came out in 1967 when he was 21.
What he thought then. 1967. 21 years old. 64 seemed so so so far away. And now. He's there.
From here on out, 64 will be a recollection. What was so far away is now behind. Never to return.
Caught.
And that's the thing about When I'm 64. You think about it. Don't you. What it'll be like. Who you'll be. The future; so far away.
But it's not.
But it's not.
OR
I roamed the East Village last Friday evening. After a rock show. At a club where I have ingested many things. Many of them illegal. You'd never guess it to look at me but I have ingested many things. Many (sometimes) wonderful things. Back when the Village was mine. Ours. And now it's not anymore.
It's theirs. Walking at 1am on a hot August Friday evening.
The people were cardboard.
The spark was gone.
The light was out.
I could ask for more.
When I'm 64.
