reltsihW ehTThe Whistler

I met him on my way to work
Whistling my tune
About unlucky butterflies
Flying from a tomb

And ‘twas my tune; he stole it fast
Waiting in my brain
I thought I walked by squealing tracks
Passing under trains

But nothing else did sound by me
Whistler was his name
And ‘twas my tune that he stole fast
Waiting in my brain

If he could choose a body now
Choose another street
He would not be the Whistler Ghost
Humming me a treat

Maintenant, je pense que l’amour est une idée complètement foutu. Je ratterais n'importe quoi dans ma vie. Ce que je voulais, j'ai jetté. Ce dont j'avais honte d'accepter, je l'ai répondu oui avec une sourire. Je dépends sur des monstres illogiques pour guarder ma propre logique. Je ne sais plus ce que je veux. Je ne sais ni mes amis, ni les vaches qui piétine sur les morceaux de mon direction. Ça serait tellement facile à recommencer...

Hide me somewhere
I need a dead bear
To hollow into
Gnaw at like a baby gnat
Thrash around where no one can see
Wail when no one can hear
Rest with flesh steaming away its dying life

How emo is that, yo.

Not very. I've seen better.

Gawd damn it. What if it was a rabid bear, a ZOMBIE bear? Like that hand in Left 4 Dead.

Now you're just yanking your own chain. Bye.

... ... I hate you.

Why? Who died and made you Janet's self esteem?

You did. *Steps on Jiminy Cricket* Rub your legs now, INSECT! ... Me needs ice cream.

put on some smiles
just big enough to patch over the gnarlY knot in your chest
like heartburn that hikes up your esophagus
banging at the gagging gate of tongue-tied anxiety
lOss




wait a little longer


pending


i'll be right there


imminent loss


where's the door handle
actUally
where's my door handle
where's my key
where's my Camera
your knot is picture perfect
just let me wAtch it from this side of the glass
thaNk you
oh, my bloody feet have broughT me to the new door between us
shall we tAke a walK?
slow down, thank you
wait for mE, thank you
and let's talk about knots
smiles? no, let's not, thank You
Once
Under
Redwoods

Beautiful
Lilacs turned
Orange
Overnight
Displaying
Yesterday's pink

Thursday
Insulating rays in cotton
Making it grow, a knot in the
Esophagus

Things synonymous with BLEAK:

-That American actor who wears black-rimmed glasses and features in eye drop ads on TV.
-White
-Dark
-Flat
-Uneventful
-Hopeless
-The career choices of a philosophy major
-The sky above Everest
-The jump from Everest <-- appropriate time to deposit a sign: "Blame the British."
-People
-Silence
-British dental health
-As it should be for a man who hits a woman, Chris Brown's career
-A cloudless sky
-"Wait a sec"
-As it should be for a man who hits a woman, Sean Connery's nether regions. Let me scalp and beard him legally and I'd do it, if you know what I mean.
-"My dear, itsh naught wuh-king out."
-The taste of Beer <-- debatable
-Beginning to cope
-Blah
-Getting out of bed in the morning after the realization hits you again that there would be no more schmoozing with the same mountain of wonderful, sparkling neurons known to you as your ex.
-Realizing afterward how insignificant our choices can be, and how the ratio of their real importance to us divided by their total importance to this world jumps from 40% to 90%.
-Knowing how really selfish you are at the end of the day.
-Depressing
-Finding out all of your chocolate has fruit in it <-- debatable
-Bleaker
-American foreign policy intelligence
-Three-inch slices of pumpernickel
-American intelligence
-Alaskan governing and voting intelligence
-Moodiness, from the perspective of the people around you who have to deal with it.

Give an ant your bathing suit
Teach a bear to pilot
Demand the moon to snow
Alas, they'll tell you no

no, No, NO

My friend, sit back
And take a nice looooooooooooong look
At all six legs
That you shaved the fur off yesterday
How hairy will you get
Before you ski naked down Rainier
And land in that pine tree you've been eying?

Ask a sick clown to make you happy
You might as well;
Your shoulder being too cold
For you to climb down

Leave me alone