and then the ones that let you vomit

You were thinking that I would leave you out of this?
After tonight?

Too many rooms to fill that I cant remember
Too many memories when nothing else maters
Even kid rock?
C’mon
We’re talking about god here

Unless we’re not actually talking.
Unless talking doesn’t mean anything
until it echoes through the empty
rooms (full of potential) where
we would be, if time and space
were different. At least

we know. At least we can
prevent what’s to come. We’ve got

batman
o shit
that’s so
French

Casement


Ice storm
70 degrees getting around freezing by nighttime
this is what you’ve been telling me to watch
the cold front
holding the density of the warmth

this is you.
Everything that comes after is
Nothing obscure
It means
The way you look at
The way you look at slipcovers forever
It’s the way I look
Under you.

Everyone is busy putting
in an appearance.
We know how to feel
no pain, but we don’t
know how to absorb it

with sourdough
bread, with chocolate,
with mineral water.

Do we think we can make loose
beams and a red brick fireplace
into something substantial?

Honey, it’s just us. We’re
In charge. We have
To knead the bread
Ourselves. We have to
Take care




Before I feel really bad about my life
I want to remember that I said
Get out of the car
That I said
I know who you are
That I said
Take a walk through this
Fireplace
That nothing could replace
Your room
of what I remember of your face
In that room
And now I sound like lenny kravitiz
But I mean more than trying to rhyme
But you mean more than trying to rhyme
When you’re trying that hard.





The karma sign
Think about Field of Dreams
And about Jane’s
Next big alcoholic break
Sleep my love
Till beaches sleep.