Friday, December 31, 2010

We’re Coming In Loaded (and love showtunes like the best of them)



I earned them.


I earned them like scrambled toast.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless.

I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak a velveteen Hamlet nicked by a poach to challenge the random talk about content.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak a velveteen Hamlet nicked by a poach to challenge the random talk about content exiting the man who left you leaving like a talk up against the wall.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak a velveteen Hamlet nicked by a poach to challenge the random talk about content exiting the man who left you leaving like a talk up against the wall and so ten minutes more we’ll be there, him, and this is true.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak a velveteen Hamlet nicked by a poach to challenge the random talk about content exiting the man who left you leaving like a talk up against the wall and so ten minutes more we’ll be there, him, and this is true as afternoons become weeds.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak a velveteen Hamlet nicked by a poach to challenge the random talk about content exiting the man who left you leaving like a talk up against the wall and so ten minutes more we’ll be there, him, and this is true as afternoons become weeds that hall the fields better than I could given how I hate what comes out of coming enough coming enough.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak a velveteen Hamlet nicked by a poach to challenge the random talk about content exiting the man who left you leaving like a talk up against the wall and so ten minutes more we’ll be there, him, and this is true as afternoons become weeds that hall the fields better than I could given how I hate what comes out of coming enough coming enough like fragmentary ripe for fertilization.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak a velveteen Hamlet nicked by a poach to challenge the random talk about content exiting the man who left you leaving like a talk up against the wall and so ten minutes more we’ll be there, him, and this is true as afternoons become weeds that hall the fields better than I could given how I hate what comes out of coming enough coming enough like fragmentary ripe for fertilization that viacoms an eight point beyond the point for the first time in a long time and however it’s a lame late lightening being what it is.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak a velveteen Hamlet nicked by a poach to challenge the random talk about content exiting the man who left you leaving like a talk up against the wall and so ten minutes more we’ll be there, him, and this is true as afternoons become weeds that hall the fields better than I could given how I hate what comes out of coming enough coming enough like fragmentary ripe for fertilization that viacoms an eight point beyond the point for the first time in a long time and however it’s a lame late lightening being what it is being what it is to be known a true bluebeard and admiration for summertime.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak a velveteen Hamlet nicked by a poach to challenge the random talk about content exiting the man who left you leaving like a talk up against the wall and so ten minutes more we’ll be there, him, and this is true as afternoons become weeds that hall the fields better than I could given how I hate what comes out of coming enough coming enough like fragmentary ripe for fertilization that viacoms an eight point beyond the point for the first time in a long time and however it’s a lame late lightening being what it is being what it is to be known a true bluebeard and admiration for summertime a link, a look, a letter left unopened.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak a velveteen Hamlet nicked by a poach to challenge the random talk about content exiting the man who left you leaving like a talk up against the wall and so ten minutes more we’ll be there, him, and this is true as afternoons become weeds that hall the fields better than I could given how I hate what comes out of coming enough coming enough like fragmentary ripe for fertilization that viacoms an eight point beyond the point for the first time in a long time and however it’s a lame late lightening being what it is being what it is to be known a true bluebeard and admiration for summertime a link, a look, a letter left unopened unless you like delight like that and not to mention the baby in the form of love and a tickle.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak a velveteen Hamlet nicked by a poach to challenge the random talk about content exiting the man who left you leaving like a talk up against the wall and so ten minutes more we’ll be there, him, and this is true as afternoons become weeds that hall the fields better than I could given how I hate what comes out of coming enough coming enough like fragmentary ripe for fertilization that viacoms an eight point beyond the point for the first time in a long time and however it’s a lame late lightening being what it is being what it is to be known a true bluebeard and admiration for summertime a link, a look, a letter left unopened unless you like delight like that and not to mention the baby in the form of love and a tickle and you will come back next year, you will and the old times hefted up like waves leave you like a goodbye and that’s just dumb now isn’t is?


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak a velveteen Hamlet nicked by a poach to challenge the random talk about content exiting the man who left you leaving like a talk up against the wall and so ten minutes more we’ll be there, him, and this is true as afternoons become weeds that hall the fields better than I could given how I hate what comes out of coming enough coming enough like fragmentary ripe for fertilization that viacoms an eight point beyond the point for the first time in a long time and however it’s a lame late lightening being what it is being what it is to be known a true bluebeard and admiration for summertime a link, a look, a letter left unopened unless you like delight like that and not to mention the baby in the form of love and a tickle and you will come back next year, you will and the old times hefted up like waves leave you like a goodbye and that’s just dumb now isn’t is only is like the bits left in the corner of your room and I’d like to hear what you have to say like saying means meaning because you said it and didn’t write it.


I earned them like scrambled toast and a flake of broadcast in a minute of tepid filling the inner girl alack alabaster bent 90 like wine and cracked her adorable face the worst church at a moment at night like we love a good kid making good of himself sucking the cock that makes him think his own name is pointless and it’s like Liza Minnelli singing “Maybe This Time” only time makes him vomit and it’s an animal belly and I am a destroyer of words that make worlds seem stupid they’re so much for everyone feeling small and splitting hairs looking tired and tested for diseases that you yourself have made and a strange bag of gazelles like a clue to a detective boring made subtle joy of thank(full) out of fashion cloak a velveteen Hamlet nicked by a poach to challenge the random talk about content exiting the man who left you leaving like a talk up against the wall and so ten minutes more we’ll be there, him, and this is true as afternoons become weeds that hall the fields better than I could given how I hate what comes out of coming enough coming enough like fragmentary ripe for fertilization that viacoms an eight point beyond the point for the first time in a long time and however it’s a lame late lightening being what it is being what it is to be known a true bluebeard and admiration for summertime a link, a look, a letter left unopened unless you like delight like that and not to mention the baby in the form of love and a tickle and you will come back next year, you will and the old times hefted up like waves leave you like a goodbye and that’s just dumb now isn’t is only is like the bits left in the corner of your room and I’d like to hear what you have to say like saying means meaning because you said it and didn’t write it because if you wrote it and didn’t say it it’d be final, you’d have to own it, and saying is like singing, only sometimes people sing along like it’s taken care of.

Top Ten New Year’s Resolutions (with footnotes)




1. Spend More Time with Family & Friends1




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1 Each metropolis is a warren unto itself. Sub foot the lack of ladders and you’re left without a hold. Initial charm bearings bring a lasting impact that only deepens as you deaden. There are fragrances afoot, and they smell like how you use to. So hard a lightening pleasants the stride you stay put. But I feel a liberty in your face, a reminder that Januarys are fringed with forgetting. An ornament that screams we used to now left hanging. How we delight in fat moans of quacking the fantasy. Not sated, but satisfied somehow anyway. But we twist each other’s words to resemble something like dissatisfaction. And a cello blears Bruch’s Kol Nidrei in a practice room someplace in the past.








2. Get Fit2






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2 True tops left laden. A bit like the bitten part of the last banana, you need the potassium. We’re getting down, deep down, in the big fat hole. Virtue’s riddled and smacked with the mud we’ve crawled so long through. A snub of both hands like chalk. Agitation commanding you on both your knees. The sound of lonesome building lows laid down as a hum to listen to on the train while you watch the eyes go round, or straight ahead. Pawed apart from recollected love. A smattering up and down and out again. You grab your jock and act normal and you’re the whitest guy in the room. That color makes you cold. The jag of gentlemen is left in a locker left open. He beats you against it and you tie your shoes and do sit-ups to make the bellyache go away.













3. Lose Weight3







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3 The risk of death rises with increasing weight. Even moderate weight excess (10 to 20 pounds for a person of average height) increases the risk of death, particularly among adults ages 30 to 64. The risk of death rises with living. The risk of death rises, then sinks like a stone.







4. Quit Smoking4







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4 Good luck with that.







5. Enjoy Life More5







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5 The glass things you used. A rubber sweet lobster. The girlfriend who sat on your dick in the woods and said she came but left you feeling otherwise. Time will tell, doors will open, and the at the window a bird will bleed songs like singing. I fucked a hundred men and that was just making the most of it. My family is from all over. Delighted, fucker, the fingers all have holes in them where the needle poked and plundered. I could have killed my sister but hid under the bed instead.







6. Quit Drinking6







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6 There’s something to be said about tea but no one says it. They like to talk about last night instead. And withered like jawbones shaved. The grim boom myself immediate as lacking. Umbrella-boys slanted tits that look like smiles. And then you get a closer look. I count the bottles of beer on the wall and there isn’t a wall anymore. I count the Decembers at all and they all look like you, even if there were only a few of them to begin with. The time to begin a mother to milk like milking was $3.99 a bottle. And we used to dance, and I used to fall down and dance and make out with what I fell into, the floor, the boy who picked me up, the door that led me back home again without my jacket.







7. Get Out of Debt7







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7 The trouble with trouble is that it’s always trouble. Who flunked looking back? You awful yourself like rape children. I hope you hop the right lane again, because I’m tired of watching your kid shit in a public place. Impossible to tell, they said. We like stories on TV, she said. And they’re free. We abduct the lips of the dying as a way to manage. Yes, we say, we love you. And hunches left there in the living room mean we’re waiting for another bill to pay.


And she isn’t dead yet, and that means we’re still paying for her to die.







8. Learn Something New8







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8 1 + 1 = u







9. Help Others9







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9 Others help you.







10. Get Organized10







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10 Form is a lacking of all the things we/re lacking but in a list form only. I spent two weeks in a transient hotel sucking some dude who called himself “Jon” just to hear how he would come and call me Marcus. I spent weeks on the street I lived on not living because I lived. There were palm trees there.


I now count the bars of wood in the floor. There are some that some would call errors, but I’ll just call a floor.


I lay on the floor, from time to time, and my legs look stupid above my head. Others have thought this but never said it because

they’re polite.


I heard about it from ugly bitches who call when friends don’t call them, not at all, and just want to hear something nice, being the new year and all.


He’ll call, he will, because you’re beautiful and all…