The Best Years of Our Lives


Rattled Your Cup
March 28, 2010, 9:14 pm
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February 9, 2010

i’m not gonna talk to you, i just wanna get some thai food.
don’t judge me, you hear me. i got nothing to say to you.

my mistake, i just thought, well, you know that you were going to ask me for something.

i’m might, but not now. i might, but no, i’m hungry, move.
maybe on the way back i’ll hit you up, no, never mind.

seems like an honest mistake, you were coming right at me, looking at me.

i’m getting my food and not looking at you anymore, let me be.
when I’ve got some thai food, i’ll get energy and then shake rattle my cup.

i drove by you and you didn’t even look at, man, i looked right at you, you just thrust your arm out at the last minute and

rattled your cup.



No Use No More
March 28, 2010, 9:07 pm
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February 8, 2010

It’s all there exactly as we left it only now its all in boxes faded and priced to sell.
It served me well when I needed it and it served us each as it was made to do.
It’s missing something or marred a bit, but it’ll go well.
Just throw it away.

It’s all there arranged as I left them only now the walls are gone and the rain pours in.
It served me well when I needed it and it did just what it was supposed to do.
It’s an eyesore or a living rotting work of art I suppose.
Just burn it down.

It’s all there somewhere as I remember it being, but it only comes out just all wrong.
It’s served me well when I needed it and they do what I wanted them to do.
It’s my brain playing tricks on me as I say the exact same things.
Just bury me.



Shredded Contents in a Small White Package
March 21, 2010, 3:51 pm
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February 5, 2010

I want your time. I want that space between days. I want that possibility.
You know who you are. You spend it carelessly.
You throw it away.
I wish I could dive in and grab it before it smashes on the floor.

I want your day. I want that morning that night. I want that frivolity.
You know where you are. You spend it recklessly.
You let it turn stale.
I wish I could dive in and grab it before it turns to bitter crumbs.

I want your simplicity. I want that empty headedness. I want that calm.
You know what you are. You spend it mindlessly.
You rub it in our faces.
I wish I could dive in and grab it before it turns to dust in your hands.



He Watches Over Us As He Walks Away
March 21, 2010, 3:30 pm
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February 4, 2010

He is an all right sort. He does not let you know what you do not need to know and he does not let you know anything. There is no need to know basis because he does not know so what is there to know after all.

He is an odd sort. He tells you to stop writing and listen to what he saying when he is talking to you. When he is talking to you he wants you to write things down as it is important to remember what he says.

He is a quiet sort. He does not want to hear what is contradictory or what is inconsistent from others. He does not want to tell you what where how when how much or anything like that as you should know.

He is a wanton sort. He has had enough of all of this and that is that and all that and he wants guidance and supervision and instruction and accountability and he wants none of it to ever happen all at the same time.

He is a wondrous sort.

No he is not.

Not really.

Yes.



Here is a Sin Eater
March 21, 2010, 3:13 pm
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February 3, 2010

This is not sin eater’s lament
But you may think so
I am a sin eater
So you can be beautiful

I walk these streets and where these clothes and eat these foods
So you can be clean

This not a sin eater’s song
But you may think so
I am a sin eater
So you can be at peace
I live in this place and work this job and live alone
So you can be free

This is not a sin eater’s psalm
But you may think so
I am a sin eater
So you can be loved
I am impure and I am grotesque and I am unhealthy
So you can live

This not a sin eater’s cry
Even if you think so
I am a sin eater
Look at me
When I turn to you tell me what I want to hear
Do they gods pray to us
For forgiveness
For their failings
For their fatal flaws

If they do
Will you join me
And eat their sin?



First Day of School
March 14, 2010, 12:39 am
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February 2, 2010

I am trembling so much that I can’t even hold the books in my hands.
I can’t let them see that.
I am trembling so much that I can’t do anything but smile.
I can’t let them see it.
I am trembling so much that I can’t walk fast enough.
I can’t let them know that.
I am trembling so much that I can’t find my way in.
I can’t let them know it.
I am trembling so much.
I am trembling.
I am trembling so much.
I tremble.
I walk on.

I am hiding so much that I can’t even focus on the words in front of me.
I can’t let them see me.
I am hiding so much that I can’t do anything but laugh.
I can’t let them see it.
I am hiding so much that I can’t relax my throat.
I can’t let them know me.
I am hiding so much that I can’t sit still.
I can’t let them know it.
I am hiding so much.
I am hiding.
I am hiding so much.
I hide.
I fall down.

I remember so much that I can’t tell you what to do you have to find out for yourself.
I can’t let you see me.
I remember so much that I can’t do anything but pray.
I can’t let you see it.
I remember so much that I can’t tell the stories.
I can’t let you know me.
I remember so much that I can’t talk.
I can’t let you know it.
I remember so much.
I remember.
I remember so much.
I hold on.

You will know.
You will.
I am thankful.
For you.
Now go.



They Are Closing
March 3, 2010, 11:10 pm
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January 30, 2010

We were there for maybe three months, no four, it was four months that we were there.
The doors opened and the people came and they took what they needed.
Like I said that was about four months ago and now are doors
Are closing.

We had piles of things all sorts of things from door to window aisle by aisle.
When the doors opened a few people came in and rearranged the piles.
I spoke to them in their languages and they mocked me in theirs.
I do not care.

It was for the church that brought me here for that church, the one over there.
They opened their doors to me and gave me this shop and I did a little.
I had two cars out front for sale, but they’re going to be moved.
They don’t run.

It was not to be and I knew as I watched the tables clutter and the rows fade.
The door was locked when it shouldn’t be and open when things moved.
I have nothing else to do but go back to church and maybe well try.
Again.