yield:
give
fold
relent
concede
collapse
relax
bend
gain
afford
bear
return
admit

sleep's for those who believe in heaven
worry for those convicted
unctions we else

who broke who
first me or you
or the other way 'round
it matters sometimes
not now

let's all poetic
drop syllables
like semen
it's pornography
and instinct

delete me it says
i cannot stand a mirror
but there are times
when it's a must

simple enough these
foliae
observed
before falling to the ground
like the rest

why when sleep is needed
work rushes forth
and then when work awaits
sleep is a drug?

you cannot save yourself
no one can
help us
now how about that drink of water?

venus of rags
invests the future
instead of one's head
in one's own netherlands

overuse is not the same
as abuse
sharing much
they tandem-bike
like marrieds

let's all romantic-like,
use words like warm,
season,
mood,
oh for chrissakes no let's not

it's no use,
they're history, these commas,
their procrastinating ways,
and suspense...

maybe a rich artist is a dead artist
maybe they're wrong
maybe art is dead

gaudi architecture
metropolis infrastructure
culture
and blue eyes

nervousness
a fear of slouching
sexually greedy
muscles
cruelty
and blonde hair

enormous flat waves of earth
roiling in the sun
wait to give everything
again

diseases
like wealth
and poverty
vie for our lives
survival lies in between

truth comes with rage
to youth
a step up
forward
most falling on the way
dead or dumb

headlines say massacres
when it's us
crying and whining
those cowards
with more voice

a destiny infested
and regurgitated
and revised
desperately

spit and vomit
for arrogance
investing in itself
and crying 'bout cocktails

Rome fell
clinging to whole numbers
hating infinity
we'll fall
to spite metrics

women & children scream
men running
a terrorist's dream
and Wall Street Fantasy

ghandi
mlk
and jesus
didn't do shit for the natives
or Palestine

suit in a mirror
like a cowboy,
grotesque and deadly
blood-handed,
a killer

a wire pulls the song out of my ear
turning my head
you trip me up
make me spill

place a stone
by the tracks somewhere
outside
at one hundred kilometers per hour

just tell them wanderlust
meaninglessness
something or
train ride
and be done with it

can't help but wish you'd say
you were infatuated with perfect
yet prefer me

come on
come on
come on
please
what do i have to do?
say
who do i have to kill?

impossible to ask for more
sun setting
everything waiting
engines full bore

scratching
scrawling
softly hearing steel on steel
inscribe my thoughts
as we pull away

my eyes trailed birds
to the tracks as we moved to the right
i boarded the train
in flight

terrific for them
terrible for us
terror for profit
is the empire's war

you said some words
so many decoys
but i managed to stay on how wet you get

it was a day of broken windows
warmth escaped
and mixed
volatile and fertile

they've sung so many times
of black
and blue
cliche's
and still a bruise can hurt like hell

absorbed like sponges
we'll be
dissolved
disappeared
disillusioned
dissipated

dying cultures,
human beings
not statistics
but the ratio is doubly blind

by the glimpse through the door
the mess is not so bad
go in and do what you have to

running out of ink
doesn't happen here
necessarily,
messes everywhere

stop
stop it
now
stop
stop
stop
go
it's ok
you can come back later
we'll be here

it's a bicycle now
all downhill
with no brakes
and no rider
to slow it down

let's to cuba
before hero devil dies
and devil heroes try
to steal it

i'm big
i'll eat more
without trying
and i'll die the same way
without intention

someone left the door unlocked for me
sometimes i wonder who
why
then i go in

she is a woman overwhelming
part rage
fantasy
confusion
all fortune

tell it
to the telephone
the television
a telepath
someone may hear

come out come out
sit
eat lunch
think
stop emitting for a change
contradict later

48 nothings
59 somethings
ratio changing
every time we look

sit still
bleed
lose something
gain
sense what you can that's there
or leaving,
or arriving

falling down
falling ill
hurts you
frustrates you
forces you
to rest
to learn
to live

racing fast past
cars
days
whims
rifiuti
pensieri
consiglieri
languages

la maialina rutta
in inglese
nel rosa
e nella bellezza

e' legna bella
dura
fragile
abbastanza sottile
con schegge

percentages
running out of time
like coolness
like water
like lives
ions
fruit

how can we?
why does it matter,
to repeat it all,
yet slightly altered?
because.

as it swells,
be calm
let it run,
rushing forth,
out,
away
let it
let it
let it

plastic stegasaurus abruptly
on a rag doll
a child's room
a fantasy

le ombre che arrivano
e l'orrore.
cosa studiamo?
perche'?

la guerra,
la massima pretenziosita'
gli schiavi
e i pavoni

sadly
grandmother
i defy you
the purity of ignorance
is untrue