Post by bugg on Feb 17, 2004 13:31:07 GMT -5
Most of my poems are really dramatic. 
I kinda laugh at them afterwards for being so serious and dramatic. But i always feel very strong about it when i'm writing them. It seems like it unwinds to write about such sad things or something. 
Buchenwald
she buys her food at Penny Markt
“it’s a lot cheaper there” she tells me
she hides her shopping bags in the basement
and shows her same Tiffany’s ring to visitors
“did you know Berlin is for nazi punks” she whispers to me
all those things she says one day i know she’ll run away
little train little train where are you going
little train little train why so fast why there
little train little train do they know where you’re going
on their foreheads i read “armed and dangerous” in chalk
but we assured me i was having the worst kind of visions
anxious strangers anxious misery
and people always say to be bloody optimistic
that gate we passed and those words above our heads
and people claim it’s all about optimism
wires all around i saw nite and day
yes i was number one fourty seven
white bony naked bodies nite and day
screaming torturing dying nite and day
how the fuck did i survive, tell me Lord, how do you survive, how bloody useless can you get my Lord
they make soap ot of our grease
they make matresses out of our hair
my children, do you also kill children
my wife, do you rape all women too
my Lord, mercy my Lord, a little mercy for fuck’s sake
she buys her food at Penny Markt
“it’s a lot cheaper there” she tells me
she hides her shopping bags in the basement
and shows her same Tiffany’s ring to visitors
“did you know Berlin is for nazi punks” she whispers to me
all those things she says one day i know she’ll run away
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her daddy was a crippled lawyer
her momma was an alcoholic nurse
and she was a spiritual young lady
with a few dreams she put in a box
with a very few dreams she put under that pillow
and every single nite she opened that box
and every single nite she pretended it was flour
and every single nite she crashed out that window
last rays of lite and tonite i know where to go she said
that window at the back of the attic
i am alone to know the use of it
the match is on and tonite i know where to go she said
that gloomy stair i climb so very fast
that willow tree awaits me every nite
the moon so brite and tonite i know where to go she said
that steep hill i run down to meet that man
a dealer a lover, same thing, who needs to know, just my man
lucid eyes, a clear river for my man
our innocent naiveté we keep
we kiss and make love every nite
all of beauty all of dreams we believe she said
but tonite momma was at the window
and tonite momma drank and i know momma loves that belt at times
and every nite she opened that box
and every nite she pretended it was flour
and that one nite, she crashed out that window
“this is cunting mad” momma said
“vulgarity unwinds” she explained
“an officer a lover, same thing, who needs to know, just my man”
momma said to dad
their daughter was deep inside out of her mind before she died
their daughter was deep inside out of her mind before she died
their daughter was deep inside out of her mind
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Misogynist you're the husband in my world
Wearing a swastika as destiny today
Cuppa tea and a phony smile from me
I shall leave my marriage today.
Red comb you're the secret in my world
To stare at a fragile mirror
To blind with a sparkly grimace
My secret lover came one night and gave it back.
Sycophant you're the murder in my world
Fell off that stool today
Ran out the window that way
Pieces of glass still run in my veins
I feel them at nite when sleep is silent.
Sweet Lover you're the beauty in my world
Misremember the little puddle
Misname the little frakas
Glass is my fascination
Sibilant murmurs to forever soothe my mind.
-------------
i can hear the rain on my window at this moment
and my hands are not warming up
and radiohead regularly fucks with my brain
i can concentrate on some wall
and my jaw is pumping hard blood
and i am homesick and i am alone
i can focus on your writing
and my foot is detaching itself at this moment
and i am lost and i am tired
i can stare at you forever
and my stomach is twirling
and i need something real something new
and i need some love some little fucking grace
and i need my computer and i need my left handed writing
and i need some love some little fucking grace
---------------
she wanted to go mute the coltish girl
just like Ada yea just like Ada
this is the mad house welcome to the mad house
and they question her and they want to make her talk
and she wants to go mute the coltish girl
and she says she's colour blind and she says she doesn't know
behind that glass she saw him play the piano
and she is obsessed and she loves him
secrets in his eyes sweetness of desire
she wanted to forget the coltish girl
just like Rita yea just like Rita
this is the phone booth welcome to the phone booth
and they question her and they want her to talk
and she wants to forget the coltish girl
and she says she's empty and she says she can't remember
behind that glass she reached him completely
and she loves him and she will die
I kinda laugh at them afterwards for being so serious and dramatic. But i always feel very strong about it when i'm writing them. It seems like it unwinds to write about such sad things or something. Buchenwald
she buys her food at Penny Markt
“it’s a lot cheaper there” she tells me
she hides her shopping bags in the basement
and shows her same Tiffany’s ring to visitors
“did you know Berlin is for nazi punks” she whispers to me
all those things she says one day i know she’ll run away
little train little train where are you going
little train little train why so fast why there
little train little train do they know where you’re going
on their foreheads i read “armed and dangerous” in chalk
but we assured me i was having the worst kind of visions
anxious strangers anxious misery
and people always say to be bloody optimistic
that gate we passed and those words above our heads
and people claim it’s all about optimism
wires all around i saw nite and day
yes i was number one fourty seven
white bony naked bodies nite and day
screaming torturing dying nite and day
how the fuck did i survive, tell me Lord, how do you survive, how bloody useless can you get my Lord
they make soap ot of our grease
they make matresses out of our hair
my children, do you also kill children
my wife, do you rape all women too
my Lord, mercy my Lord, a little mercy for fuck’s sake
she buys her food at Penny Markt
“it’s a lot cheaper there” she tells me
she hides her shopping bags in the basement
and shows her same Tiffany’s ring to visitors
“did you know Berlin is for nazi punks” she whispers to me
all those things she says one day i know she’ll run away
-----------------------
her daddy was a crippled lawyer
her momma was an alcoholic nurse
and she was a spiritual young lady
with a few dreams she put in a box
with a very few dreams she put under that pillow
and every single nite she opened that box
and every single nite she pretended it was flour
and every single nite she crashed out that window
last rays of lite and tonite i know where to go she said
that window at the back of the attic
i am alone to know the use of it
the match is on and tonite i know where to go she said
that gloomy stair i climb so very fast
that willow tree awaits me every nite
the moon so brite and tonite i know where to go she said
that steep hill i run down to meet that man
a dealer a lover, same thing, who needs to know, just my man
lucid eyes, a clear river for my man
our innocent naiveté we keep
we kiss and make love every nite
all of beauty all of dreams we believe she said
but tonite momma was at the window
and tonite momma drank and i know momma loves that belt at times
and every nite she opened that box
and every nite she pretended it was flour
and that one nite, she crashed out that window
“this is cunting mad” momma said
“vulgarity unwinds” she explained
“an officer a lover, same thing, who needs to know, just my man”
momma said to dad
their daughter was deep inside out of her mind before she died
their daughter was deep inside out of her mind before she died
their daughter was deep inside out of her mind
--------------------
Misogynist you're the husband in my world
Wearing a swastika as destiny today
Cuppa tea and a phony smile from me
I shall leave my marriage today.
Red comb you're the secret in my world
To stare at a fragile mirror
To blind with a sparkly grimace
My secret lover came one night and gave it back.
Sycophant you're the murder in my world
Fell off that stool today
Ran out the window that way
Pieces of glass still run in my veins
I feel them at nite when sleep is silent.
Sweet Lover you're the beauty in my world
Misremember the little puddle
Misname the little frakas
Glass is my fascination
Sibilant murmurs to forever soothe my mind.
-------------
i can hear the rain on my window at this moment
and my hands are not warming up
and radiohead regularly fucks with my brain
i can concentrate on some wall
and my jaw is pumping hard blood
and i am homesick and i am alone
i can focus on your writing
and my foot is detaching itself at this moment
and i am lost and i am tired
i can stare at you forever
and my stomach is twirling
and i need something real something new
and i need some love some little fucking grace
and i need my computer and i need my left handed writing
and i need some love some little fucking grace
---------------
she wanted to go mute the coltish girl
just like Ada yea just like Ada
this is the mad house welcome to the mad house
and they question her and they want to make her talk
and she wants to go mute the coltish girl
and she says she's colour blind and she says she doesn't know
behind that glass she saw him play the piano
and she is obsessed and she loves him
secrets in his eyes sweetness of desire
she wanted to forget the coltish girl
just like Rita yea just like Rita
this is the phone booth welcome to the phone booth
and they question her and they want her to talk
and she wants to forget the coltish girl
and she says she's empty and she says she can't remember
behind that glass she reached him completely
and she loves him and she will die