The Price You Pay For Not Being Alone With Your Dying

ONCE UPON A TIME YOU FUNNELED A BEER IN CABO 

Freedom is when you forget the spelling

of the tyrant’s name. –Joseph Brodsky

 

Simplicity and directness

Real summer fruits

Pulse

 

Fulfillment through conflict

Boo to the rest

 

The stoics

Groan until the glad day

Casanova never forgave her

 

Stylized bloody violence

The happiest days of our lives

 

You will jump on my table

Human error coming up

Oh there’s a van

And fake tattoos like lips

 

PERSON WHO GOES AROUND SLAPPING EVERYBODY 

Back in civilization

Cream of death

Subconscious fraternity

No meetings or anything

Dipping in and out

 

Solo nudity sessions

I’m looking at mine now

Puke-colored bathroom walls

His war is vagrant

Final cinnamon

 

A manicured hand practicing self-love

You’ll get her tomorrow

 

GETTING MARCHED OFF TO FIGHT YOUR PARENTS’ WARS 

The artist loved the climate

Passive past tense

How’s everyone’s French toast

Who’s Jeff

When Ernest plays his violin

Hailey could glow in the dark

Man, Lewis, and Kimberley

The vacuum people

It’s best not to start dreaming

 

THERE WAS THIS BITCH IN THE FRONT ROW 

Let’s just mute it

How deep do we want to get into this

Frozen hose

While baby goes down

Strange breath

Your charming dirt

I already hate mine

A creature from planet posh

A Rolls-Royce with suicide doors

The spikes of a speeding Harley

No fucks given

I LISTENED TO BLOOD THE OTHER DAY 

Intense desire to hire a butler

Big-ass titties

The good days really count

 

THE DICE OR FOREVER BE A LOSER

Just to be rude

  

YOUR ADORATION OF BROOKLYN IS BEYOND INFANTILE 

I run the washing machine three times a day

I can’t write anymore

     Mommy hates the smell

 

Cyndi Lauper’s music is fantastic

Not the same as C#

     Mommy hates the smell

 

My loneliest magic is waterproof

Holy cannoli

     Mommy hates the smell

 

Only one person knows me

Dipping in and out

     Mommy hates the smell

 

You gotta go to Fresno

Validity is simply absurd

     Mommy hates the smell

 

Sinking feelings

We have so much popcorn

     Mommy hates the smell

 

THE DOWNFALL OF A DICTATOR’S DAUGHTER 

How’s everyone’s French toast

 

LATE WITH WINGS

                     -For the Legend

          I

I may be forced to do a shot

 

Hunt for the new drummer begins

Hug him and never let go

 

Hovering without appearing to

What’s your definition of emptiness

 

Liking to be in cars

Shells clanking against ceramic

Untouched marble

We didn’t even buy candles

Dressed in vague ideas

Your philosophical expectations

Light brown dried lava

An orange glow lit the room

 

          II

I can’t think of a reason not to

 

Bad bunny

Dear God bring me one or take hers away

 

          III

Let’s go to my other beer

 

Prostitutes and you name it

Rome’s one-world government

 

Getting a shoe with your name on it

Where Christians were sleeping

 

Passion is a type of child

A lot shinier and very sexy

He can and will do that

Humidity and the sun

Someone’s your friend

How do you involve strangers

Roses blitz the charts

Somehow it gets ripped into hearts

 

          IV

I grew up in a pub

 

Sally chooses to kiss

Born to be gone