the lonesome architects

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    kitchen rock

i shook the hand of a dying man today, had to tremble and pull away. i couldn't say what scared me, it was so bad. the worst feeling i've ever felt, just like a pouring rain, the sadness in my mouth, it left a taste i couldn't stop. things like these i know for sure, the sickness i can't cure will haunt me till the end of my days. and so this dark cloud will follow me around until i'm speechless, my limbs are bound up so tight with limits and lies. i'm forced to watch cities crumble before my eyes.

    anna's hands

she sat in the grass with her legs splayed beneath. all the ants that marched past turned to exalt their new queen. she looked proud, but she was a modest one in her flowing summer skirt. and as she tucked her hair behind her ear, she said "do not fear because i swear to you, i will not hurt." although sometimes i might grow cold, i warm up when it's you i see. but unlike a dollar that you hold to the light to check its validity i never had to hold you all that high just to tell if you were pure. if i was dying of some strange disease, i'd say, "lord, have mercy, because i think i may have found the cure." anna's hands are soft but cold, "to keep her baby warm..."

    a boy, a boat

i've been feeling much like a kitten you can't afford. sit me in a cardboard box you place outside your door with a sign in fat black marker, says "free to a good home." but all the passing people do is stare and say, "look at that pour thing in the rain! he shouldn't have let her in..." i've been feeling much like girl scout cookies you couldn't sell, so you leave them in the carton, dusty on a shelf. wrap it up in a brown paper bag so that you'll resist, but in the back of your head, you know you'd rather be eating it, and you say "i'm lying to myself! that's alright, i know that it's for the best..."

    parly II

there was some tapping at my third story apartment window, so i got up to check just what it was. you were leaning on your father's faded brown station wagon in that blue dress with pebbles in your hand. you said "hey let's drive to mexico, i got some gas the other day and we can drive till the tank runs low." and so we left as skies were gray we were speeding down the 405, but soon enough the engine died. the clouds were gone, i heard you say "why don't we just walk the rest of the way?" but that was just a dream, i felt reality shake me awake. slap me across the face. it was morning, i was laying in my bed. sun was showing, but more like spilling through the window in my room. and maybe, i suppose it felt alot like i was drowning in the light. pressing on my chest. it was heavy, but i did not fight it back. i was letting out a laugh that tumbled to the ground. so we sat there side by side, the sunlight, the laugh, and i. the laugh, it turned to me, said "why'd you spit me out?" i had nothing left to try, so i traced out in the carpet five letters: irony.

    the planned route of century freeway

i heard that it does not snow up in your town. why do you wish it would rain down ice and cold upon everyone? that's not like you. oh, but even artichokes have hearts, who are you kidding? oh, and that bullet-proof vest just isn't fitting. i could not see this coming until it got here, and now you're gone. action, reaction, is this a game? stuff these feelings down so they don't exist?

    when you get your feet kicked right out from under you

all the lights were yellow. speed up? slow down? i never know. and now you're crying out to a god you've never seen, but you know, it's the most concrete living being you've ever felt in your life, but now it won't suffice. so now what do you do? what can you do? when you get your feet kicked right out from under you. you press your ankle down, connect it to the ground and watch the cars fly like bullets in a drive-by. so we'll sit humbly and watch the ship sink, i wish max was here, he would draw us in pen and ink. he would capture this moment, not that i'd have a place to hang it. and somehow wilshire will bleed in to san vicente (i know! i was there!) i see in 20/20, i got my eyes checked and the doctor says i need glasses. and there's the school i used to attend, they've killed off the kids, and they're making up the difference. i'm still making up the difference.

   astronomy today

the high-rise buildings got so tall, i cannot help but feel so small. the subway trains belittle me, well, is it me? please tell me where my body goes when my brains decide to leave. will they fill my grave with cigarettes and wet cement, tell me, will these dead leaves burst in to green? well, these bad dreams are not what they seem. you know, these blessings are discreet. the people that you meet will tell you... i know a boy whose tongue is tied up with ticker tape and lawsuits and their lies, so he'll hide under some magazines, taking shelter under the false claims they carry. say, what's in the news today? is honesty in vogue? will they figure out that being cheap's the worst disease? tell me, is that something they won't show?

   10 - 23 (trust me)

soldiering soldier is dancing down trenches, he's trying to break through your maginot line. stuck in his rucksack are flowers and sonnets that thaw a girl's heart in almost no time. sometimes, we talk like lovers! whisper nothing in eachother's ears! but don't be surprised if one day you find no substance in what you hear... burned your hand on the kettle, now you won't drink the tea? well maybe, you've just got to trust me. the war has been over for almost six decades, but soldiering soldier still roams paris streets, like all of the battles they tried to call "phony," he feels more like a ghost and much less like a human being.

    meow! meow meow!

two boys carried a cross across the lawn. it looked heavy, but i did not help them at all. i was too comfy in the grass with my legs splayed beneath. so i laid my head down, closed my eyes, and felt the breeze. i went to sleep. was i happy? happiness is feeling, and i don't feel anything. now there's commotion, so much motion across the lawn. but it was quiet, so quiet. oh no! crying out to someone, "help me! help me please! this is an urgent emergency!" they went to sleep! were they happy? happiness is feeling and they did not feel anything.

    a new birth part I

i am a new birth, i am filled with new blood. it rushes fiercely all thanks to your love, because you jumpstarted me like you'd jumpstart a car or heart attack victim, yes, i would not get far without your defibrillating touch. it's too much. i am a new birth, i view the world through new eyes. they are welded by youth, so it's no surprise that i'm oh so glad to be alive, living in darkness with neighbors who lie and you my love, yes you could be my light, so it's alright. i am a new birth, i'm covered in fur so thick. it tickles your nose and makes you allergic so you strike the keys as i curl at your feet. laying under your piano sounds so sweet to me, oh it's my favorite place to be. it makes me happy. i am a new birth, i breathe in the new air. i stand on new legs in your house and watch you come down the stairs, and your eyes they shine as you're looking at me. they sparkles like diamonds for all to see, and i bet that i am sounding so trite, and i'm sorry.

   a new birth part II

run around everyday. a sad song to sing: "fall in to place..." all the zombies they dance around you, (it's) everything that you knew is lost, but you're amazing. i'm so glad to meet you, yes i am so glad to finally know you. so glad to greet you, shake your hand, yes i'm so glad to finally hold you. but will our foot prints just melt in to snow? don't tell me so. our path it is lit by the moon. and all the cats, how they climb up to you! you bend down to bid them hello, then you bid them adieu. oh, how they love you. how i love you. i'm so glad to meet you, yes i am so glad to finally know you. so glad to greet you, shake your hand, yes i'm so glad to finally hold you. but will our foot prints just melt with the snow? don't let me go.

   breathe it down (choke it up)

i was walking down the line. i was walking in 4/4 time, but then you came and waltzed up next to me. you sang a song. time is precious. talk is cheap, but talk is costly, or so you taught me. cradling the phone up to my face, with just a wire to keep us safe. and so i huddle in the mud. i dig these trenches and fill them up. dirt and water just to fill our lungs! breathe it down (choke it up).