Well I started writing a book...

Well I started writing a book.
It's about some kids like you and me.
But now it's like a goddamn biography
And I think that's just how it's gonna be
I mean that's just how it's gotta be.
And yeah I made some plans but they fell through
And all of your promises you didn't carry through
Even now I guess I still can't blame you
I guess that's how it's gonna be too.
That's when you told me that's how it's gotta be.
Well maybe now I'm starting to believe
That that's just how it's gonna be.
We drifted apart, maybe more than physically
And you said you were in love with me
You didn't have to use those words
Cause baby I can lie and say to any stranger
I can tell her how much I'm in love with her
And baby that's how it's gotta be,
I always thought I needed you
More than you needed me.

The Fight

Launch another tirade
Your verbal crusade
Cmon pile on those lies
You’re so psycho
Logical? Effing ineffable
Earthly unshakable
Unblinking insatiable
Ruthlessly immeasurable
Horrifically beautiful
You just can’t be ignored

How can you fight a war
You didn’t know you won
How can I quit a drug I
Didn’t know I was on?

Well, there’s no denying it
I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours
But I wish you would treat me like
You’re mine you’re mine you’re mine

So cmon blow your top
Pull out every stop
You know I’m good for it
Throw me around
Or push me down
You know I can take a hit
Pull my hair and bite my lip
You’re so aggressively passive
Violently violet
Flushing or blushing
If only hitting on you
Solved all my problems too

The Republican Army

We sang our anthems of the republican army
We wanted so bad to be revolutionary
It wasn't good enough to die for a cause
Now we had to fix every flaw
Well raise the flag boys
Line the soldiers up like toys,
Squares of ten by ten
These are the drums of martial men
Lady, all's fair in love and war
It's not important what it's for
You gotta be yourself in the land of the free
If you can’t be that what would you be?
Would you be me?

207/212

We took the ferry across the channel. We had come by the tunnel but now we were going over that tunnel. The weight of the water and our sorrows pressed down on the concrete tube and made it groan with the sighs of a hundred submerged years. I took your hand in mine. It was cold like it usually is. Your tears blew behind you in the wind. I couldn’t tell. It was raining. Your lips had turned blue. So had mine. The water behind us churned with white foam. The ferry had sprung a leak. It was only figurative. Still, the captain warned us. He said we had two more minutes to live in the memories of man. He jumped ship and swam to shore. It wasn’t far. I am a strong swimmer. You are fairly competent. We closed our eyes and fell into the ocean. You started to sink. Your memories, you said, were too much to lift. I took your hand and pulled you up. I couldn’t swim with the weight of my sorrows. My cigarettes fell out of my pocket. My sorrows were lifted. I pulled you to the shore. The seawall was tall and slick with the blood of the sea. The tank traps of a long forgotten war still sat on the beach. We sat on one and felt the ancient concrete give with the burden of our lives. The sun finally set. We blew smoke out of our mouths and watched the steam rise off each other. Your eyes were red from the salt. I kissed them. Your tears tasted like the ocean. It was cold. You were warm.



PROMPT: "the last five minutes in an experimental black and white french film"

Fridge Poetry

I must stop her rain
But under an urge
Hot peaches when you need
He
Is
Lazy
Honey

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They may go but you say
Their bare skin
A shining knife
Was white as milk
Me and you
Easy
As
Iron

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Tonguing aches like a sad picture
Goddess above drunk on purple petals
Men and boys ask please let me play
Only I smear the moment away
Someplace the TV still stares