IT GETS YOU SOME

2012-07-15

[1] IRREVERSIBLE

yo.

she smells of jasmine and expensive cigars and we used to strike out like you with her type in clubs and bars. but now they call us Bubb Rubb 'cause we make the women whistle, and they'll all be sayin' "whoo whoo" with the contents of our pistols. those pringles we be droppin'. containers we be poppin'. we'll have 'em all start wishin' we'd be puppet masters with our hands up in their fozzies. you know we got cake. talk rubbish 'bout where we're from and you'll end up in the lake like zebra mussels. glasses. we've got shades for the masses. we're makin' 'em all go down like the grades of girls in yoga pants in English classes. at least they've got their looks going for them, I suppose. a lot like Vegas. another young tale of indiscretions. semi-professional professionals. brushes with perfection. and she's just a Chi-Town sommelier. for the love of wine, Montresor. she's so out of my league, not even a busch. snatched up by the glamour of status and wealth. you'd better get busy pushing or get busy swimming with sharks. go sell her something tangible. delete the digits, stop hitting the keys, and call it an injustice. 'cause she ain't messin' with no broke brokes. call it crazy from the heat. call her just too good for me. a little black dress, a bottle of champ, and a single glass. she's a ten, ten-plus, borderline eleven shooting looks of disdain at my club-toting ways. I hope your plane ride home ends up at the side of a mountain.

[2] GANGSTA RAP MADE ME DO IT

here’s a second attempt at cantation because the first can't cure the cancer. and they'll never recognize the way I felt. they'll call it seventeen year-old infatuation. grainy MySpace pictures simply can't do this justice; solace. look what she did when she... look what we were when we... were just believing in romantic love. yet still I can estimate the weight. and my pockets contain the crinkled segments of her eulogy. laid to rest at Stanislaus. a martyr for no cause at all. torn from my hands prematurely. memories are all we own. I can feel the vice grips from all around and they've all arrived for me. at a headstone on a muggy August evening with cushion-cut bezels beneath. yo, with cushion-cut bezels beneath. if diamonds are a girl's best friend, then my girl and her best friends are buried. let me clear my throat. ahem. yellow band on a right wrist. never forget. never forget. 

[3] ...NAW, THAT'S LEMONADE, SON

never. never ever. never forget.

never. never ever. never forget.

never. never ever. never forget.

[4] MEATBALL PARTY

watch her silhouettes. they prance in circles. and in her kitchen she cooks with nicotine. addiction? people, please. fee fi fo fum. I smell a girl with a harlot's tongue. and on the seventh day, she asked for a merchandise exchange. bring the pain. when busting skulls, you tend make your claim to fame. she cries that the punishment don't fit the crime. let's put the "terror" back in "terrorizing her". oh, fo sho. she's made a folly of this all. and it's just hilarious. there’s that twelve-gauge itch. but I digress. I always default to violence. just gasping responses. if eating seeds is a pastime activity, then count me all for avocation. oh, Persephone- always down for the latest diet craze. all I guess I’m saying is I don’t murder daily.

[5] CANOE OR SMALL BOAT

[6] IT'S PRONOUNCED "CANADA"; AND NO, I HAVEN'T

...just if I can't justify millions of hanging children. you're screaming "shotgun", I’m yelling "blitz". let’s all strain our necks like I bought two thousand Manning fans. carry on, my wayfared sons. like last night's sushi, gifts from me thrown in the trash. hundreds spent. I just must be deaf. 'cause I can’t hear your breaths. shipped out your boots, there's the door. you can tell I’ve got some merit by that giant badge that’s properly displaying. you’d better be packing more than just canned tomatoes. all I want in this damn town is something beautiful. dear god, we abhor rugburned bare knees. just give it up. Columbus sucks. I'll move shit for bricks, but I won't budge for sluts when you're just as miserable as them. stop it. stop whoring “us” out. just because we've got distortion. I refuse to just become a relationship sellout. dear santa. here's my lumps from coal. I hope you've brought the naughty list. you bring the whores, we'll bring the horror. provide me her head, and I’ll make sure to... to take care of the rest. so it shall be written. so- so it shall be done.

[7] N.I.F.O.C.

god forbid I’d choose my hand as a lifestyle. let’s wallow in our discontent. it’s all determination that I'm fiendin' to bring home a little dyngus. call it a ROFL brothel because we copulate with laughter. so throw her garlands to the sky. she's coming home with us tonight. what I always thought junior prom night would be like. the healthy relationship that you’re currently trying to access has been truncated. all I’ve got are the bruises of a red-headed stepchild, but no angst-ridden guardian to show for them. forget "last of a dying breed”, honey. this is simply natural selection where the rich just get to keep on capitalizing. we’re simply syntax and semantics. and Jill came mumbling after. a magnum opus for prophylactics. at least I lost it girl-on-top. if you don’t suck for your success, you’ll be an excess of an ex. something of a stone disposal with all the rocks that I’ve been droppin'. mutually assured deconstruction. holes in your hoes are never good for suction. most girls simply underestimate my ability to stay adulterated. It's how I survived since 2005. at least I lost it girl-on-top.

[8] VIRTUAL TENNIS

[9] FUNK-A-TRON

it's the only way for me to score on a Saturday. let's just say she's another Blue Ensign to deface. backseat consumers with exquisite taste. just call her sweet berry wine that improves with age. and she's pushing me up the stairs because we're drunk before sundown. a rhinestoned pony visiting a one-horse town. a foreign land coming over borders. just a subterfuge of approval. double play from parking lot to quilt; she's just my type of tattoo removal. first person pornography viewed through a rose-colored fisheye lens. last month's just oh-so last season. and she's not a cohort; she's an ally, son. a ring on her finger and a ring in her lingers. a purse's contents say she came prepared. our lies are ley lines. they all say so twice as the headboard keeps perfect time.

[10] HYPERZ (WITH A Z)

I’d care to wager that you've sat on so much more than just couches at community college. hence my apprehension to finish the sentence. sweet Swiss Chalet servers, batman. I’m finding her appetizers to be what I didn't order. like a game of Scrabble with the prose, she’s just queuing to get herself back in the bag. baby, even the losers get fortunate sometimes; that’s why house pot odds were created. someone’s getting smoked in the end. “let’s discuss it in the parking lot”, I mentioned. as we walked to her car. White Pony on repeat and I’m contemplating pushing it all in. in the right seat, I’m still your passenger. new car smell it permeates the scent of urban decay. Slaughterhouse Five’s still alive and I’m not talking juice drinks. she bet all her chips on black but came out all red instead.

[11] #HATERS

at least you spared me from the worst Bills game in history the weeks we spent in the hospital. it ate us alive from the inside out. at least I’m trying to be figurative. it’s akin to being made of the mist when you’re not supposed to get fresh tattoos wet. we were never meant to be permanent on skin. don’t fret apart, they said, but we- we sure cleft. you should try gliss, or I’d say that we wouldn’t have this problem. witty reference. didn’t we have it all my darling? yo, she’s story from head to her sparrows. here’s the stock lyric describing how waves subside. and like the flotsam from our wreckage, we’ll collide into others. one day our paths may cross again, perhaps in stride. all of this time we thought it was “see you later”, it was simply “goodbye”.

[12] THE ZIP, THE FLOP, THE SPLASH, & THE BOO-HOO

one day our paths will cross, again. perhaps in stride, we'll collide; and on that day, I suppose I'll apologize.

[13] NO ONE RIDES 4 FREE

one day you'll leave this place. but before you traverse on that journey I must inscribe in the public entry something they’ll see with their ears only. you found room at the inn for a child and a mother. the reason that I scream these words are because you allowed it. lucky number fourteen years, Rita. redefining "homestead". now you hardcore kids, throw your fists for grandma. you know grandma would do it for you. school clothes and a bed. some time with my friends. that’s what you enabled. food for some stomachs. I get emotional just thinking about it. you eased our struggles. I can never quantify exactly what you gave us. you gave us a home. I can’t thank you enough.

[14] THRONE OF DARKNESS 2: STILL NAILSTORMING

DANCE DANCE SEXY TIME

SUPER TURBO FUN PARTY

2009-08-27

[1] THE OL' SLOPPY JOE 

[2] OODLES OF NOODLES

if you should appear in my rearview mirror, I'd throw the clutch in reverse and mash on the gas. let's start this serenade with songs of bleeding wrists and broken hearts. let me be carried away with incinerated stakes from your encircled terrace. hold your candle to these memories. the torch I brought was just too bright. redemption shots in the wind. hearts in the hands of dreamers. I hereby declare this page the final chapter. the time bomb's ticking baby, so quicken up and decide which cord you wish to sever. cut our ties. cut our ties. cut our ties. cut our ties. we're playing "let's compare scars" with our hearts and there's no spoils for the victor. let's equip these armaments with haste in a vain attempt to see who fesses up quicker. so swing low sweet chariot. I won't knock if you're rocking the boat in the slip. I hope you know it makes me laugh when I hear you're getting thin. disillusioned wench. your future plans lie in the gutter. just like my mind. a grip far too familiar lies around a former lover's neck. the only days of my life I'll ever recollect are today and the day you left.

[3] THE DELTA OF CHELSEA (BENDI'S ANAGRAM)

if I could take the red pill to be through with you it would have already been ingested. I call back the tanks from the trenches. mark these words down in bold and blackened twelve point font. the only regret I'll ever admit is the time I tried to waste with you. walking the halls. made your grand admission. that day we traversed hotel rooms. at the time I was proud. that was all before now. you spoke that we could break those walls of stone emotion but your cause was just a blockage of your own volition. a sick twisted pleasure. an oft-repeated anticlimax. just a puppet on your strings and you had almost managed to thread me to the dowel. so please exclude me from the list when you make your sorry self-admission of why you don't deserve this. this is what a prospect felled gets for purchasing the tickets. here's my award and round of raucous applause with a ribbon labeled “participant”. thank you, ladies and gentlemen. you're just too much. it's about hastening the shining lights and needed fuel for fires we should have left alight in pyres on the sands. reach for the sky. we've exhausted all possibilities. one day you'll realize the error. let's choose these words from a distance. one day you'll realize the error. so venture westward and make those blankfaced apologies for all the times “our lips were locked in a convenient accident. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen.”

[4] TURBOATS 'N' HOES

[5] BMYLONTS

everyone gather round. come see the spectacle. what was the goal? need proof be shown? what was the goal? was this not home? it kills the moment when you search for affirmation. is this more than you bargained for? you're begging for contrition. groundhog's day shouldn't be constantly repeating. you stupid whore. I've lost the art of subtlety. the cross in your mouth when we were in a bed of sin. oh god, the irony. you’d exit now while we're at the pinnacle? was this not home? here's the crucial difference between thoughts and actions. one makes you broken and the other leaves you damaged. it kills the moment when you search for affirmation. I hope you're happy now. sleep in the bed that you've created. leave your excuses at the door. although you claimed you'd be here still, your words have made you vulnerable. although you claimed you'd be here still, your words have made you vulnerable. why don't you just get on the wahhhmbulance? let's call this one game over.

[6] DOGS DON'T KNOW IT'S NOT REAL BACON

the truest tragedies are surely crimes of lust that go unpunished. now with all that rhetoric behind us, I'm applying my own brand of justice. so... so you go ahead and tell me what happens now, Elizabeth. what comes after the aftermath? they've laid on this bed and it smells like regrets. expect us to still be friends? for some peaceful end? goodness gracious. she's taking it all out on her left thigh again. goodness gracious. she's taking it all out on her left thigh again. that's what we'll pretend. “don't be so immature,” she says. "you just can’t admit I'm right." whatever helps you close your eyes if you think you're getting sleep tonight. she is the church. I have the steeple. open her chapel doors and let in my evil. who knew that you could do so much on your knees. I pray you've recognized the references. pray for death. your dignity’s bereft. pray for death. pray for death. your dignity’s bereft. oh, couldn't your appendix just explode from the thought of surviving this ordeal? you should have seen this coming. that what's she said. we really should have discussed this in the morning. you even put your hair in pigtails. and here's the clincher, darling. I'm just a sucker for victimizing downstate girls. it's all so crystal now, they'll blame Goodbye to the Gallows. Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with the wrench. I would normally just wash the stains out but I can't bear to lose your scent forever. now we won't fight so much anymore. you just look so peaceful in the freezer. it's absolutely haunting.

[7] THRONE OF DARKNESS (RAINING NAILS)

HEAR, SAY, & SLANDER

2008-07-07 (EST)

[1] VENGEANCE IS OUR MOTTO: 

AND WE'RE NOT CHANGING OUR MOTTO FOR ANYONE BUT OURSELVES 

an apparition. a paroxysm for what we've lost. a fulmination. inadequate explosive cost. I've quantified collateral and all I see is broken men. you'll see the flags of nothingness for far too long I've tread on them. the terms are signed and sealed. marks of haste are revealed. torrid hearts never heal. the final judgment. they imprecate just heinous words. hearsay and slander. WHEN HEROES FAIL they rest assured. the charge contempt and blasphemy. examining a weighted trial. a partition of grace is kept for all the souls still in denial. appraisal. my desires. anathema. I spit hot fire. no. no more of this. the terms are signed and sealed. marks of haste are revealed. torrid hearts never heal. get up now or just get out. murder. murder. an apparition. a paroxysm for what we've lost. a fulmination. inadequate explosive cost. I've quantified collateral and all I see is broken men. you'll see the flags of nothingness for far too long I've tread on them. 

[2] SQUARE ROOT OF NINETY-THOUSAND 

this is where we fight. this is where they die. a time to stand for what is just. charge ever forward, redress or bust. blood-drunk from sins of lust. though our flesh waivers we must. we - we stand our ground. their losses outnumber - outnumber ours. this sword that I now wield is stained by most heathen blood. determined not to fall and be forgotten. their tongues forever curse our names. we'll not let the earthly bonds that hold constrain us. our actions will speak volumes more than words. we'll not let the earthly bonds that hold constrain us. our actions speak volumes more than words. fight the good. fight the good fight. don't surrender to your fears, for this is where we rise. they try to cut us down. we split their ranks from side to side. this is where we fight. this is where they die. a time to stand for what is just. charge ever forward, redress or bust. blood-drunk from sins of lust. though our flesh waivers we must. determined not to fall and be forgotten. their tongues forever curse our names. these city walls forever curse the name of the ones who stood at arms on guard for them. these city walls forever scream the name of the ones who stood on guard for them. fight the good. fight the good fight. fight. fight the good. 

[3] RAY CHARLES CAN'T SEE... BECAUSE RAY CHARLES IS DEAD 

to see what lies ahead would just be blind. it's a deprivation of the feelings I once felt as a child. leading the stillest ones we aptly follow. we're a ration of termites on the front porch and we're chewing a hollow. I look in your eyes and the void is revealed. vermin for slaughter and the wood for the meal. (trail) behind. (just) go somewhere. (call) answer. (I'll) meet you there. if I take you by the hand you've got to hold on tight. (from) what I've (seen) this hotel's (filled) to the (walls) and ceilings and yet you've still brought all your shiny little trinkets. the goal's a blissful content reached in stainless form. if I'm correct we'll be magnetic as an ion storm. disjunction's the reason why we leave this place. a bill unpaid, broken windows, frilling lace. this room remains trashed from all the nonversations. stuck in a ghost town of communication. (trail) behind. (just) go somewhere. (call) answer. (I'll) meet you there. if I take you by the hand you've got to hold on tight. (from) what I've (seen) this hotel's (filled) to the (walls) and ceilings and yet you've still brought all your shiny little trinkets. I have enough to talk about, I know; but I never seem to have enough to say. a cacophony of sorts dressed in your voice. a nightmare cloaked in veils of day. and this past year's been filled with fear. the loss and death of everything I thought was stiller here. call to me and the siren's voice I'll trail. a saccharin sonnet in a midnight's dream. speak to me as if I cannot fail. an austere vision now no longer gleams. if I take you by the hand you've got to hold on tight. if I take you by the hand you've got to hold on tight. if I take you by the hand you've got to hold on tight. 

[4] FATE OF THE WICKED 

sin. forsooth young maidens. we're brushing our teeth with razor blades and aftershave. we're making a point of the matter to mess the clean this day has made. so liquor up and boogie down this night's a mass charade. we're taking ourselves on the town tonight to celebrate debauchery. and we'll rot above 'till they try to lay us flat down on the pavement. let's call it a night while we pick fights with bros who are much less sober. a harlot's pride is a notch laid above a love-stained matress. what a glorious morning walk for an off-white wedding. her reasons are the ones I'll swear were never sanctified. the Sunday school that she will teach is naught but horrid lies. one thing I'll take away from this is crimes once of the flesh will now be truly shared and justified. riding on a thoroughfare of thorough ridden maidens fair. we find the prey in their slumber. our aspirations take them asunder. reborn. the purveyors of the self-aware are naught but blasphemous. we flash our tongues with the tastes of most generous spirits. her reasons are the ones I'll swear were never sanctified. the Sunday school that she will teach is naught but horrid lies. the bastard sons will never know the atrocity that I never called their mothers like I promised to. but still. but still. but still we raise our glasses. 

[5] SALAMI ROCKET 

waves of waste they separate. I breach and make a causal claim. the bidding of the credulous. relinquished goals we've made in vain. a firm prediction states that she will be my end. she'll feed your heart to you under glass with all the trimmings. we will never know deed is done as she throws foot to the floor and caution to the wind. worlds all call out to hold her speed in check. this day ends (this day ends). this day will be the end. this day shall be the end of ruinous chagrin. make your way out of here before the door closes my dear. the moment I fell into that sultry wink, my well-intentioned pseudo-love was the day I lost my everything to a heartbreaker. the hopes that we squander are quashed by the look of the girl whose face I wonder will by itself be an SOS to the world. we will never know deed is done as she throws foot to the floor and caution to the wind. worlds all call out to hold her speed in check. this day ends (this day ends). this day will be the end. this day shall be the end of ruinous chagrin. make your way out of here before the door closes my dear. heartbreaker. heartbreaker. heartbreaker. 

[6] CENSURE OF THE FALLEN

I cannot live my life knowing you're not alive. take note my heart survives. now I'll pray the rest just dies. please take this back right now. I cannot live without you. please take this back right now. I cannot live without you. there's been a grave error in this great plan revised. ravished. ravished. the day you left this earth is the day they say the caged bird sang.I call you home.the one I used to call my love has fallen to a vengeful lord. I rant and rave evoking the speech of a derelict at that force which took you from my arms. ravished. ravished. there's hope inside your smile the face I'll never ever see again yet in my sleep. but you're still present as the faith I used to call my sweet embrace. I want to scream my lungs out at that which took you from our grace. I'll dream as if I'll live forever, live as if I'll die today. you may no longer speak, but your words are never silenced. to this day I evoke your memory. this be my seething song. you may no longer speak, but your words are never silenced. to this day I evoke your memory. this be my seething song. as the setting sun falls over the horizon I transform into a claimant of doubt. hoping everything had somehow some smidgen of value and the cause was not frittered for naught. if there's a reason for this season's premature end I'd rejoice in victorious malice. I'm throwing a pebble in an ocean of sorrows. the waves will surely someday come. if there's a god that's somewhere up there prove to me he's still around. not laughing at my solitude. not hearkening her funeral grounds.