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palais garnier. january 2013.

My baby loves me
I’m so angry
Anger makes me
A modern girl

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place de la concorde. 20 january 2013.

place de la concorde. 20 january 2013.

Just as icy cold as the scar on my neck…

In her youth she made tons of pence
ghost-penning songs for big hair aristocrats.
Now she lies in a plush, velvet bed,
shaped like a coffin and filled with bats.
And she is pale and I am smitten
and in the moonlight we both still like
the smell of anything night blooming,
and she bites through the necks like Ginsu:
my sweet sweet heartkiller,
my sweet sweet heartkiller,
my sweet sweet heartkiller,
my sweet sweet heartkiller.

Next to walls that jut from the earth
like frozen trajectories of superheroes,
we nibble and jest about things that drain and the taste of lust.
And she is over here
and I am over there
and the unlucky dark cloud is in the middle.
We like to time ourselves,
we like to watch ourselves,
and her winks cut through me like a Ginsu:
my sweet sweet heartkiller,
my sweet sweet heartkiller,
my sweet sweet heartkiller,
my sweet sweet heartkiller.

And everything’s good
and everything’s fine
and everything’s bitter like sweet things should be,
when I’m sinking my teeth into her:
my sweet heartkiller,
my so sweet heartkiller,
my so sweet heartkiller,
my so sweet heartkiller,
my sweet sweet heartkiller.

sunset from basilique du sacré-cœur. 17 january 2013.

sunset from basilique du sacré-cœur. 17 january 2013.

From atop Montmartre, you can pretty much see forever… or at least as far as one would want to see in that moment.

I’m in the Archipelago and I’m waiting to arrive.
I’m in the Archipelago and I know I’m still alive.
You finally told me where you had been thinking for so long.
And it breaks my heart wide open but I know that I’ll be stronger next time.

So goodbye my love,
I’ll miss it when it’s gone.
Goodbye my love,
the ship is shipping on.
Goodbye my love,
I’ll give it up into the fog.
Goodbye my love,
I think I knew it all along.

I’m in the Archipelago and I’m waiting to arrive.
I’m in the Archipelago and I know I’m still alive.
You finally told me where you had been thinking for so long.
And it breaks my heart wide open but I know that I’ll be stronger next time.

So goodbye my love,
I’ll miss it when it’s gone.
Goodbye my love,
the ship is shipping on.
Goodbye my love,
I’ll give it up into the fog.
Goodbye my love,
I think I knew it all along.
I knew it all along.
I knew it all along.

new year's eve. 31 december 2012.

new year’s eve. 31 december 2012.

Because sometimes all you can do is laugh until it doesn’t hurt.

The first time that I met her
I was throwing up in the ladies room stall
She asked me if I needed anything
I said, “I think I spilled my drink”
And that’s how it started
(Or so I’d like to believe)

She took me to her mother’s house
Outside of town where the stars hang down
She said she’d never seen someone so lost
I said I’d never felt so found
And then I kissed her on the cheek
And so she kissed me on the mouth

The spring was popping daises up
Around rusted trucks and busted lawn chairs
We moved into a studio in Council Bluffs
To save a couple bucks
Where the mice came out at night
Neighbors were screaming all the time

We’d make love in the afternoons
To Chelsea Girls and Bachelor #2
I’d play for her some songs I wrote
She’d joke and say I’m shooting through the roof
I’d say, “They’re all for you, dear
I’ll write the album of the year”

And I know she loved me then
I swear to God she did
It was the way she’d bite my lower lip
And push her hips against my hips
And dig her nails so deep into my skin

The first time that I met her
I was convinced I had finally found the one
She was convinced I was under the influence
Of all those drunken romantics
I was reading Fante at the the time
I had Bukowski on my mind

She got a job at Jacob’s
Serving cocktails to the local drunks
Against her will, I fit the the bill
I perched down at the end of the bar
She said, “Space is not just a place for stars
I gave you an inch, you want a house with a yard”

And I know she loved me once
But those days are done
She used to call me every day
From a pay phone on her break for lunch
Just to say she can’t wait to come home

The last time that I saw her
She was picking through which records were hers
Her clothes were packed in boxes
With some pots and pans and books and a toaster
Just then a mouse scurried across the floor

We started laughing until it didn’t hurt
We started laughing until it didn’t hurt
We started laughing until it didn’t hurt
We started laughing until it didn’t hurt
We started laughing until it didn’t hurt