yakksoho
Bluelighter
This one is really long, and I'm sorry. The reason for this (as though there is some sort of justification) is because I was in a situation where I would have gone out of my mind if I didn't have something to do and all I had was a little notebook and two hours to waste. This is the unfortunate result.
Cellular Glances At Birthday Parties
I can sit here
But no one else can
Everyone else must flex their muscles
And lift their skirts
It doesn't matter what shawl I put on
Or for that matter which one they do
I think it's about something
More, to keep your tongue out
And play music on two-inch discs
Instead of eating at birthday parties
Music comes in black grooves
Not in rainbow-coloured mirrors
Satan comes in plaid trousers
Not in back and white
Fur is louder than madness
And raising the level always
Drowns yerself in stomachs
Twenty-one children sing the same words
With two men who ca'n't hear them
And the dog looks for orts in the carpet
I can see her looking at me
And at them
But those eyes are a cliché
I think she realises it too
What are cellular eyes for
And who needs a laser
When you can have a needle?
Fire can be smelt behind the trousers and massages
And the misunderstanding of dogs
It's a wonder that two of them
Aren't wearing the same pants
And it surprises me
That famous faces
Get lost in a crowd
People wore pigtails
Before you were born, boy
And if you can believe it
He slept with you
Before he knew your name
You're just as fat as your
Mother was
When she had you
Shoe size isn't important
Like the circumfrence of your wrist
Or the length of yer legs
Sometimes shoe size is important to me, though
If I had bigger feet right now
I would be making sure these chicks knew who I was
But would I have been invited?
The bass guitar is a beautiful thing in moderation
But that is not
I had so much fat in five minutes
I don't know if I'll ever be thin again
Maybe it is fortunate that
I never was
If I can read this when I get home
Have I failed myself
Or defeated the purpose?
What was I trying to accomplish?
A droning off-key
Voice of a faceless generation
What was denied the truth
Do they know what they're missing
(Or what they missed)
Or are they better here?
Some people will flourish in hell
Who can tell?
The boy with the smaller
Picture frame around his face
Came out and stood
On the edge of where he belongs
And realised he doesn't
He's too afraid to walk past the dog
What are his eyes saying to me
When he sees the massage?
He is bold enough to come as far as me
But afraid enough to turn back
She looks pretty from a distance
I never heard this song in my life
He can eat that cake
But I will never be able to let myself eat any of it
She'll make a good wife
But not a good mother
Her hips are too wide
I will make a good mother
For a really small baby
Maybe the boy is older than he looks
His frame is delicate
And his shoulders are higher than his back
I don't need directions, mac
And I was rejected only yesterday
Of course all I can do
Is eat more fat
Pack it on like styrofoam
Don't worry mac
You don't have to pick up the cards
The most interesting thing I've seen
Is a boy in the middle of the room
Who finds the need to find paper
And pick it up
And put it on the table
Don't think nobody noticed
I know you didn't
I'd like to talk to you
But you wouldn't like it
You're pretty smart
And it hurts me ears
Any quieter and I don't think I could write
Before tonight
I didn't know these pages existed
And I took them for granted
I don't think anybody here
Knows your name
And they've never talked to you
I've never heard you talk
Yer like me
Except you didn't have a choice
Are you trying to read what I'm writing?
You can if you want
But you won't be able to make it out
Don't you have a phonograph?
12.11.01
Congratulations if you got through that, or even if you just scrolled to the bottom.
------------------
Zang
or even Hawkeye, named after an Indian, a President, and a stove.
Davis' RHPS cast
transsexual poetry list
buttrock/anti-Vince Neil list
There's something about that Mick Jagger...
[This message has been edited by yakksoho (edited 14 November 2001).]
Cellular Glances At Birthday Parties
I can sit here
But no one else can
Everyone else must flex their muscles
And lift their skirts
It doesn't matter what shawl I put on
Or for that matter which one they do
I think it's about something
More, to keep your tongue out
And play music on two-inch discs
Instead of eating at birthday parties
Music comes in black grooves
Not in rainbow-coloured mirrors
Satan comes in plaid trousers
Not in back and white
Fur is louder than madness
And raising the level always
Drowns yerself in stomachs
Twenty-one children sing the same words
With two men who ca'n't hear them
And the dog looks for orts in the carpet
I can see her looking at me
And at them
But those eyes are a cliché
I think she realises it too
What are cellular eyes for
And who needs a laser
When you can have a needle?
Fire can be smelt behind the trousers and massages
And the misunderstanding of dogs
It's a wonder that two of them
Aren't wearing the same pants
And it surprises me
That famous faces
Get lost in a crowd
People wore pigtails
Before you were born, boy
And if you can believe it
He slept with you
Before he knew your name
You're just as fat as your
Mother was
When she had you
Shoe size isn't important
Like the circumfrence of your wrist
Or the length of yer legs
Sometimes shoe size is important to me, though
If I had bigger feet right now
I would be making sure these chicks knew who I was
But would I have been invited?
The bass guitar is a beautiful thing in moderation
But that is not
I had so much fat in five minutes
I don't know if I'll ever be thin again
Maybe it is fortunate that
I never was
If I can read this when I get home
Have I failed myself
Or defeated the purpose?
What was I trying to accomplish?
A droning off-key
Voice of a faceless generation
What was denied the truth
Do they know what they're missing
(Or what they missed)
Or are they better here?
Some people will flourish in hell
Who can tell?
The boy with the smaller
Picture frame around his face
Came out and stood
On the edge of where he belongs
And realised he doesn't
He's too afraid to walk past the dog
What are his eyes saying to me
When he sees the massage?
He is bold enough to come as far as me
But afraid enough to turn back
She looks pretty from a distance
I never heard this song in my life
He can eat that cake
But I will never be able to let myself eat any of it
She'll make a good wife
But not a good mother
Her hips are too wide
I will make a good mother
For a really small baby
Maybe the boy is older than he looks
His frame is delicate
And his shoulders are higher than his back
I don't need directions, mac
And I was rejected only yesterday
Of course all I can do
Is eat more fat
Pack it on like styrofoam
Don't worry mac
You don't have to pick up the cards
The most interesting thing I've seen
Is a boy in the middle of the room
Who finds the need to find paper
And pick it up
And put it on the table
Don't think nobody noticed
I know you didn't
I'd like to talk to you
But you wouldn't like it
You're pretty smart
And it hurts me ears
Any quieter and I don't think I could write
Before tonight
I didn't know these pages existed
And I took them for granted
I don't think anybody here
Knows your name
And they've never talked to you
I've never heard you talk
Yer like me
Except you didn't have a choice
Are you trying to read what I'm writing?
You can if you want
But you won't be able to make it out
Don't you have a phonograph?
12.11.01
Congratulations if you got through that, or even if you just scrolled to the bottom.
------------------
Zang
or even Hawkeye, named after an Indian, a President, and a stove.
Davis' RHPS cast
transsexual poetry list
buttrock/anti-Vince Neil list
There's something about that Mick Jagger...
[This message has been edited by yakksoho (edited 14 November 2001).]
