dear friends,
new post on the overhaul.

thanks.
-michele.



posted at 1:23 AM

king medicine by Jets to Brazil

know that you'll soon go crazy
just like a whittling stick
hit by the coming daylight
cut up in a quick succession
a pointed confession really
stripped of all your armor
down to your very nature
beneath the haze and vapor gaze

you're such a willing stick to
beckon that wanting knife and
you've been looking for it
the right blade all your life
saying "who's gonna cut me
down to a size that suits me?
is there a worthy sculptor
among all you fine young knives?"

it's enough to make you take your head and put it on a shelf
to cut the heart out of your chest they'll come for that as well
tell me how you do that crazy trick where you walk around asleep
save it for your doctor friend the one who keeps you under lock and key

you'll soon go screaming like a
bargain basement lunatic who's
not so specialized that
they couldn't just replace you
why don't you start crying
for all that you've got left here
why don't you stop dying
before you go and get it right?

now you're selling off the house so you can buy the farm
you cut the heart out of your chest to let the light in through your arm
it's enough to make you take your head and put it in a bag
to cut the teeth out at the pink now there's nothing in the bag

foul weather friend,
you are so dying
an amateur chemist now.
king medicine
when is it perfect?
where is it taking you?

there is no cure
only reprieve
some fleeting joy
posing as balance
nothing is sure
so every four hours
king medicine
this subject loves you







posted at 1:21 AM

the train
you see coming
and can't
dodge

fall backwards
You feel it.






posted at 1:17 AM

congealing, realigning, coming back together, broken pieces flying inward to fit into place, mending the shatters, drawing back into the center the way it's sort of like the morning after, coalescing

and realizing the world did not end

anyone gotta cuppa coffee,
an ephedrine jack-in
to my amnesiac soul



posted at 11:33 AM

read it to yerself rilly fast and you'll hear it like i heard it. yeah that's right

i
think there is thinking there is
some sort of reason that thinking isn't

enough

or
maybe this stop and start and stop and start and stop and start will

kill me off

breaking down
over and over and over and over and over and then then then

building up

i am so tired
i am so fucking goddamn tired someone grab my wrist i'm goin' down down down down again

a slide into staring at the ceiling,
feelin underwater
the cottage-cheese seventies coating
lookin like waves
seen from two hundred feet under
under
under
something.
i think i think i think i'm under something.






posted at 9:20 PM

atlantis

downtown glendale has cinderblock bricks aligned and rigid, bringing walls into shape,
a crystallized mondrian structure cellular and hard to
focus
yr gaze and see right angles and
all the people in this bank are from some other nation,
somewhere I'd consider exotic,
and think lamely of minarets and strong coffee and jeweled lanterns
hanging over places that dont really exist, not really at all

the way each little city and town
decides its story for itself
c'mon chamber of commerce
you know I love a good portrait painted,
you know i love a word with a ring to it,
the way we've all decided we are from the west,
west of what? the world is round

we rush about daily dazed and tired not knowing why,
i grind myself lower and lower in this worn path,
seen etruscan stones the size of boulders forming corners at base of ancient churches
that used to house something else
on mountaintops.
no different, no different than these cinderblocks

meaning nothing, nothing, nothing
sound and fury all
we are so much





posted at 9:15 PM

ms. muffett

it is colder.
i get the air conditioning off the big office to the left.
they don't know i'm going numb in here.
a spider has built
her anthracite home
against the wall, behind the chest of drawers, along the path to my desk.
how did she find her way into such a sterile little upstairs room?
her web is strong and resistant, cracking and snapping
under my fingers: she's a big one, and dangerous.
I'll wear boots tomorrow and root her out.

I kind of wish I didn't have to, though.
she and I, we share the quiet in here.
i click and snap my c.r.t.-bent back
back into shape
with the back of the gray office chair.

I feel pretty alone, I guess.
hey
write me a rhyme, someone
i need a line
to grab onto
someone.
someone.
yeah, i get it--
these things it takes to live well ain't in me.

a spider, it sat down beside her
hey kid she said,
you got a cigarette?
we sat for a bit.
a nice afternoon all in all.
stared at the sunset.




posted at 4:39 PM

i think that these repeated attempts at cleaning my room don't matter all that much

a sharp exhalation through the teeth,
a way to find the time
that isn't there
that isn't there
and won't be found
moving things around as though
as though you might make a magic
to bend your life over and down
the curve of the earth
that isn't there




posted at 3:25 PM

lost in a sea of
bad camera angles




posted at 4:20 PM

I wanna write you
Alaska,
a big sky country,
I could
I could
I wanna write you
a Lascaux




posted at 11:45 AM

my sine wave
is all over the map
i'm a wacked-out seismograph;
and I love it, I love it
absolutely absolvingly,
struggling,
hauling in,
love it.




posted at 2:08 AM

*

Yeah, I know I said on the air.

Mwahahaha.




posted at 4:12 PM

canada sucks

and i find
metaphors fail.
these old turns of words.
you are the dearest thing to me.

the thought that i might someday wake and find you gone,
all prop-ups promises flee from me,
ground beneath the feet so far away,
i can't help but fall like a tree down and down,
an inevitable crash sideways.

robbed of support
and did not know

the earth had gone so far.

love,
it used to be stupid, blind and dumb.
your messy hair and big glasses
now are the only thing i adore.

dear god.
please do not take
the one and only good thing
ever.







posted at 1:26 AM