20080316

no one can beat
ny cooler than thou
attitude
since nerd was made the new cool
you all look like me
in elementary school

(I'm so ahead of you)

20080314

Demands on sales

There's a demand
after demands
so we've been manufacturing
must have:s
We're selling a lot
of must do, should do:s
we feel bad for you.

We're selling schedulers
to make you believe
there's time for an hour's panic
on Tuesday,
between three and four am.

20080313

rerun night

My fifth beer
watching CSI reruns
Las Vegas
not that Miami crap
I'm feeling a little down
but I forgot to take my meds today
Tomorrow will be better
the sun always lights things up
and I've got plenty of projects
a painting, handmade jewelry
and that poem
about the demands
Tomorrow's always better
and it'll be at least two days
'till my next fifth beer
and maybe then
it'll be M.A.S.H instead

20080312

Industry of cool

Everyone knows
every pick up line
Everyone has done
every drug known to man

Come back to the unknown side
let's try out unbroken land
I've lost my frown
loose your mind
In an industry of cool
let's be faulty produced
We can drop the vintage clothes
undrop the names
get back to curiosity again

I'll be naked for you
I'll stand in front of you
with my hanging boobs
and you can see my skin
behind the tattoos

den som blir över

Jag har förlorat min takt
förlorat min ton
jag är tönten och askungen
grodan och prinssessan
jag tror att ingen ser igenom
för jag vet, att alla är för upptagna
med att sitta rätt,
är håret korrekt?
kan jag byta samtal
från hyran till världen?
ingen har tid
att se igenom
våra genomskinliga mallar
genom stilfulla
fönsterglas - glasögon
alla är så upptagna att välja lag
att ingen ser vem som blir över
alla är så upptagna att välja
alla tror att det är dom som blir över

Ugly

I smell of cigaretttes
and last night's beer
not flowers and freshly washed hair
I've got perfect scars
not perfect skin
I keep fire and rage
in my womb
I drink my coffee black and strong
not your doubble latte moccachino
my poisonous tongue
could burn your skin
I'm not a virgin or a whore
not one of you skeleton bores
and all you anger junkies
you can come to me to score
I keep fire and rage
in my womb, my heart, I'm sold
this is pure. this is instant poetry.
this isn't even
spell checked.

20080311

I am so weak, I can't stand on my own,
when the rage quiets down
my legs just can't walk anymore.
I am the cripple
in all your Sunday stories.
You are the merciful sister,
blessed with the virtuous of a saint

But in my dysfunctional mind
the bitterness grows
and I wait, for the rage
to fill me with strength;
to crash and burn,
one more time
to make it through
just one more night.

20080310

everyday life and another fight

I guess the rain is back again,
though I really tried to see the sun.
I don't know how to live, at work
at night, I can't stand my everyday life
so I picked a fight last night
just to prove I love you
we try so hard to fight through
but all the mud and all the rain
it's like quicksand in my brain
I can't get up, keep
being pulled deeper in
into my own mind
I need you to give me a hand
but I'm too tired to scream out
and all the pain, it just
turns to bitterness, and rage
keep thinking of myself at 15
the world couldn't hold my rage
you say I've come a long way
sure feels like I've walked a thousand miles
I just want to lay down,
have some peace of mind
I must have laid in a thousand beds
by now I should have it made
and after a thousand fights
by now I should have me licked
but every day is just
a darker shade of gray
so with this bitter taste in my mind
I pick another fight
are you feeling loved now?

20080302

Fresh ink smells
like ugliness
like newly formed thoughts
when too drunk to spell


..and perhaps my sunglasses
my new best accesories
can not shelter me

what's real..

I don’t care much
For the truth
‘cause the truth is at it’s best
just realtive
and at it’s worse
and most common use
just another way to be lied to
I care more for what’s real
Like that smile I recieved
From across the street
From the girl who matched my
Homo-mafia pin