All entries for December 2009
December 27, 2009
Belly Button
i want to pluck out my belly button
from its ------
stretch it
i want to pluck out my belly button
not dancing unless
i twist
my belly button
in circles
a rope, a bloody rope
not umbilical
a dancing
bloody ship rope
almost a nail, every twist
hardens
tight metal
tall
screwed to messy sheets
watching
the show
my show
or
just a scab
or just a scab
that peels
and leaves
no imprint
i want to pluck out my belly button
December 25, 2009
i. will.
i’m in the mood
for falling
inlove
with anyone
this year
everything
will be different.
i’ll catch
bullets
with my eyelids
before the
sun melts
alloverthegrass
i won’t shatter
dreams.
and i will try
with my head
on a stick,
a cocktail stick,
to make sense
of
my-
i will dream again.
i will dream again.
become a hedge
and grow
if i can
grow stolid
stuck in someone’s gnome ridden lawn
foreverand
i will
try not
to fallinlove
with anyone.
December 24, 2009
Feather
feather
words
words
fall
soft
on
crippled
eyes
oh
eyes
cannot
see
cannot
cripple
feather
lies
oh
eyes
fall
foul
to
soft
crippled
lies
fool
for
getting
words
:
quilt
my
lies
.
Best
i thought
in the car haze
that this week
was the best week
in ever and ever.
then i got home
and he told me
that he waited
.
.
.
i think he made
me sick.
i think he made
me sick.
i want to tell my mother
i think he made
me sick.
Christmas
i only cry on christmas day
because I'm supposed to be
i only cry on christmas day
like we never want to on
mondays to sundays minus
christmas days
i cannot
on any other day other
it’s col.d.
outside.
see that it’s cold
so we huddle
broken twigs
over the fire
so patiently
wait brittle
for our ash
then we
can be
together.
for another christmas.
December 19, 2009
Man on Train
THERE’S A MAN ON THE TRAIN.
HE HAS A MOLE ON HIS EYE.
IT LOOKS LIKE A TEARDROP.
his foot accidentally touched mine,
twice, and he peered around to
either adore or ignore me. I never
understand. I never understand.
Pinocchio
pinocchio, apple core in hand. walking with honest john. walking to stromboli. i am, i am, i am.
smoking cyanide
birthing bleach
cumming bleach
smothering bleach
smoking bleach
bleaching cyanide
disney shouted
BLEACH BLINDS
so john throws the apple core to the floor. so i skip. so i stumble. so i bleach, bleach, i bleach.
i am a real boy
i make puppets
December 15, 2009
THE DECADE in albums
Just for fun I thought I would stop grumbling about how awful the critics' choices for the DEFINITIVE ALBUMS of the 00s and make my own TOP 40 ALBUMS OF THE DECADE LIST. This is by no means comprehensive. I have probably forgotten a few bands, but if they're not on my iPod they're worthless to me. And Yes, there is no Radiohead. Deal with it. This is my list: feel free to disagree with it at will.
40. Girl Talk- Feed The Animals
39. Outkast- speakerboxxx/the love below
38. Panic! At the Disco- A Fever You Can't Sweat Out
37. Madonna- Confessions on a Dance Floor
36. Franz Ferdinand- Franz Ferdinand
35. Lady Gaga- The Fame
34. Bjork- Volta
33. Gorillaz- Gorillaz
32. Florence and the Machine- Lungs
31. Laura Marling- Alas I Cannot Swim
30. Regina Spektor- Songs
29. Santigold- Santigold
28. Kanye West- College Dropout
27. Libertines- Libertines
26. Damien Rice- O
25. Au Revoir Simone- The Bird of Music
24. Muse- Absolution
23. Scissor Sisters- Scissor Sisters
22. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!- Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!
21. The Killers- Hot Fuss
20. Yeah Yeah Yeahs- It's Blitz
19. Modest Mouse- We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank
18. Red Hot Chili Peppers- By the Way
17. Bright Eyes- Fevers and Mirrors
16. Razorlight- Up All Night
15. Regina Spektor- Begin to Hope
14. LCD Soundsystem- Sound of Silver
13. Bowerbirds- Hymns for a Dark Horse
12. Bloc Party- Silent Alarm
11. Britney Spears- Blackout
10. Late of the Pier- Fantasy Black Channel
9. Arcade Fire- Funeral
8. Fever Ray- Fever Ray
7. Battles- Mirrored
6. Libertines- Up the Bracket
5. Bon Iver- For Emma, Forever Ago
4. Rufus Wainwright- Want Two
3. Crystal Castles- Crystal Castles
2. Antony and the Johnsons- I am a Bird Now
1. Bright Eyes- I'm Wide Awake it's morning
December 11, 2009
WAR MANIFESTO 1: Cold War Bunker
I WANT TO LIVE
IN A COLD WAR
BUNKER. I WANT
TO LIVE IN A COLD
WAR BUNKER. I
WANT TO LIVE IN
A COLD WAR
BUNKER.
and i will storm
onto that stage
and i will stage
that storm
and i will stride
through storms
and my storms
will stage
another cold
war.
But
one
man
will
change
nothing.
I
keep
telling
the
estate
agent
that
one
man
will
change
nothing.
I cannot believe that she was my dressing gown
Madeline McCann was lying
as a pile of crumpled flannel
under the haze of the drizzle
of the morning’s curtain smog.
The fabric folded around her
face, pleating blonder hair
around the heavy hand resting
on her concave cheek.
She lay like a statue. A toppled
-don’t say fallen, she was never
fallen- statue. Don’t, there was
no sediment. There was no dust.
I did nothing.