current obsession: anagrams

poetry = yet pro
michael = claim he
crumpton: cunt romp
jack daniels = jack denials
vote ford = voted for (not me, i swear)
trustworthy: hurt ow tryst
orgasm = arms go
best friends = bender fists
clint eastwood = old west action
george bush junior = go bush injure gore
cocaine = oceanic
north america = macho terrain
dormitory = dirty room
a decimal point = i’m a dot in place
elvis = lives
eleven plus two = twelve plus one
butterfly = flutter by
the eyes = they see
the morse code = here come dots
sad poems = pads some
stone roses = resets soon
morrissey = semi sorry
the country side = no city dust here
conversation = voices rant on
jim morrison = mr. mojo risin'

charlière

god gave us helium
to prepare us for women
he only works
in mysterious ways
if you refuse
to see the simplicity
in his lessons
take helium for example
swallowed by a plain old balloon
it defies gravity
and you learn pretty quickly
to hold onto it for dear life
an infatuation we all develop
as tiny little children
and we refuse to let go
long after we've grown out of balloons
now that i'm a little older
i see god at work at every country fair
and every time i see a child
cry over a balloon that got away
i see a hundred men
keeping their tears to themselves
thinking just you wait
you little bastard
this is only just the beginning

fly your panties flag

in that hostel in praha
battered by the rain
we threw our privacy to the puddles
and watched our reflections
bend and bleed and blur
doused in the setting sun
in those bricks older than all of us
eroded by a world war
we favoured anything adoaptorless
and postcards stamped but pictureless
keep these untouched churches
to yourself, we thought
we'll have our cameras
stolen in sexy berlin subway cars
just to preserve that light
creeping up under the floorboards
because some things
should never be captured
ever

paint him blacklisted

maybe it's just me
but even if keith fucking richards himself
wanted me to play
in his hypothetical new band
i'd have to insist on a confidentiality clause
and i'd certainly never show him my penis

that being said, i refuse to ever get married
without "wild horses" being the song that's played
for my mine and my baby's first dance

it hardly seems fair

never date a girl with cats
unless you're into being broken up with
three times in a single night
one day you wake up
with cuddling options
and the next
you wake up alone
still just as covered in cat hair

wedding wine

i can't find you in my day-to-day
and you're certainly not
in the bottom of this bottle
believe me, i've checked
again and again
nope - not you
just wedding wine
and bits of cork
but not even real cork
because the goddamn cork trees
had to go and die or something
just like you and i
fuck it - just to make sure
i'll take one last look
wine not?

part & parcel

the cold gets in
into our bones
into our minds
and into our smiles
listlessness ensues
frigid somnolence
slows our hearts
deprives us of light
and wears us away
until we are at each other
hands clutching throats
anything to stay warm
any port in a storm
part & parcel warmth
when we dream together
we dream in summer
teeming under blankets
i'd rather freeze this winter
than hibernate beside another
not any port in a storm
just you
just us
part & parcel
at the mercy of a space heater
mr. & mrs. fuss