Issue (Autumn 2007)
prince is dead
prince is dead.
, bare feet
full of armor.
He crossed a mountain
sky to get to me,
but he died at my doorstep.
He was going to tell me
how much he needed
how much he wanted to rescue me
from my wretched mind
and empty orgasms.
But he's part of another sphere now.
Sword in hand.
Riding into the Dali heavens.
needed him more then your boring war ever did.
off to the side
there off to the side, behind the tall statue, It wasn't simple.
You were guided. You followed like the sun falls into
the ground and
people stare. Easy as Sunday.
quiet moment and a gentle warmth, only you don't seem to notice.
feel comforted and sound. Your soul delicate like a
Fresh and blameless.
and growing and then the rain in your pocket reaches
tongue and you feel it all over again. It's like velvet.
smell the grass rich in your head.
Your feet are
moving now guided by the wind and something inside.
Something you think is yours. That thing that feels you
up. It keeps
There it is, the
drawbridge. An exit resting comfortably between
and the brilliant glow of dandelions. Reaching for the
banister you descend the dragon and begin to smile.
for the sun.
haven't been this lonely
since Mars came into discovery.
when all the planets are terrifically aligned
maybe my true
love will show its face,
in a dog's smile or a guitar string,
I don't care as long as it keeps me from
fucking eyes out.
A drum roll's inside my head
Elvis Presley died alone
with his sunglasses
but that's not going happen to me.
I have too many
trashy novels to live.
Besides I don't even own a pair of
Squinting with the crevice of my soul
tight, no light can enter
but the sun's not my sex planet
coming in like a herd of
They must smell my lust
seeping out of
every part of my throbbing body.
Gonna tell them to drop
their boy dreams
on some other whore, like their mother.
What's the matter sir, am I too frightening for you?
then I'll be dumb,
because I know complicated women can be
such a hassle,
until a breast comes out,
divine and round
as mother earth.
I don't have any damage yet, at 33
I'll be that play-thing you want me to be.
Just say you won't
leave me and
go build a skyscraper or wait to make your first
Trying hard to get to Mars without me.
worry, I'll catch up I promise.