McCarren Head

The patch I wore over my eye
Only let me see half the arc & line
As I listened to you speak
Or told myself as I went to sleep

Morning, your drink will’ve thin’d
McCarren held my head again

It’s been a long time - tryin to quit
The nanno & insignificant
Mounds of dust and fuzz
The cloud of togetherness

‘night, I’ll sleep where I fall
McCarren held my head another night

The bike I got you to ride
Was never meant a tool of flight
Polished tiles in better places
Than static interstates scenes

Your story will come but
McCarren will hold my head another night

Swerving down Java trailing
Wine and cigarette plums
Hoodies like the hipster
a single job instead of two

You apologize for morning but
McCarren held my head again


© los grapadora 8-30-05

making SUV's Viable isn't Stategic, its middle class welfare

Energy Secretary Samuel Bodman said the White House will tap the U.S. Strategic Petroleum Reserve to help ease concerns about the disaster's effect on the nation's fuel supplies. Katrina on U.S. oil production and refinery capabilities may be worse than initial reports estimated and could lead to a national gas crisis in the short-term, analysts warned Tuesday.

So if you believe there were weapons of mass destruction then keeping gas prices low maybe a strategic concern? Ketchup is a vegetable and Mc Donald’s needs warning labels telling people of the danger of their coffee.

Please god, help the poor people in the gulf coast, Thailand, Sri Lanka and the leaders of the US to stop embarrassing me/us.

Completly inane

This was taken from a wonderful website called "songfacts". Kelly comments were regarding the lesser heard Beatles song, No Reply. And whereas I agree to her/him that it is unfortunate that I will never get to hear The Beatles perform. Its sadder still that John and George are dead. The irony I think will be when Paul is the last living Beatles. The last Beatles concert was in August '66 in Candlestick Park and they last appeared in public in January '69. Sorry, Vato, but I think you're way late on this on. Hell, JL was dead before you were born.

Yep Im 16 and the beatles are so wonderful. its wierd how my parents liked the beatles at my age, and now i adore them...but unfortunatley you can never really see them live anymore...- Kelly, Farmingdale, NY

Amazingly Comprehensive

SLANG SLURS SLANDER

Overheard

It's Bacteria That Gives It The Flavor

Guy: Original flavored yogurt tastes terrible.
Girl #1: You should have seen the faces he was making.
Girl #2: Why? Does it taste like semen?

Guy: I wouldn't know, would you?
Girl #2: I don't know; I've never tasted plain yogurt before!

--Chelsea Market, 9th Avenue

Every Future Touch

I remember most of the places
(I) can see most all their faces
And the way their eyes
Always Looked, just so.

They were skinny,
Some were ample
Others kind and those
Who trampled me,
Until I had to go

All infidels aside
I’m just a little late
I promise dear,
I’m missing you
And every future touch

She wouldn’t talk
Others would rattle;
One would hide me
Another would scatter
Whenever trouble came around

Not for want
Or fear of looking,
One could wash
I’d do the cooking
And hold fast to her
As we rambled through the night

All infidels aside
I’m more than a little late
I promise dear,
I’m missing you
And every future touch

© los grapadora 8-22-05

Settle In

Settle In

Go on + settle in
The fit’ll kick a while;
Cecil brought no word
how it was to die.

What’s mine and yours
were never quite the same;
Pulled along side me
So bright you’d shine

Once you cajoled
Made a wager long;
At the final post
Wish I hadn’t heard.

Roll the way home,
home we use-ta share
at the waters edge
hidden comforts there

Baby blue & Brown
Living in this other town;
Go-cup fingers crossed
The flail with ever end.

Go on + settle in
The fit’ll kick a while;
Kees brings no word
How it had to die.

© los grapadora 8-17-05

missed Friday due to moving - aka VW

Ariel Ramirez

Oh where you lay
Your head tonight
I'll roll away alone
And close on down

Take up your ring
And fly back out
And we'll pretend,
Forget we're dead

Yeah, we'll lay it down
When we're all through
When we're killed or cured
And barely heard

Put Ariel on
And smoke away the night
And do the white net craw
lUntil the hammers fall

I kept your poem here
With all my other gear
But in the end I missed what it meant

Oh where you lay
Your head tonight
I'll roll away alone
And close on down.

the burn

Black Star

Black Star
i get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown well what am i to do?
i know all the things around your head and what they do to you.what are we coming to?
what are we gonna do?

chorus
blame it on the black star
blame it on the falling sky
blame it on the satellite that beams me home.

the troubled words of a troubled mind i try to understand what is eating you.
i try to stay awake but its 58hours since that i last slept with you.
what are we coming to?
i just don't know anymore.

i get on the train and i just stand about now that i don't think of you.
i keep falling over i keep passing out when i see a face like you.
what am i coming to?
i'm gonna melt down

ONCE

Once I was dug up I was sinking

I was longing to be saved

I lapped up to the bay bar

And I saw her bobbing like a wave

And I slowed down

Just six months this summer since I've known her

That she's been away

And sometimes I still answer to the gone ghosts

that only suckers make

Slow down and hold on hold on

Even my heroes are almost gone

Almost folding from the flame

But how low can your fuse glow

And warm you until your torch begins to fade

I dreamed of a couple dancing close and drunk

In the spray of lights they made

And once I was dug up I was sinking but now

I'm longing to be saved

I was happier this time last year.