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you know that it can’t last you know
you don’t have time to make it work
you know that it won’t be the thing
you know that all’s ahead is hurt

you know that you can’t do this thing
you don’t have the heart you know
you know what i’m trying to tell you
you know where it’s going to go

you know where this love will take you
you know the why if not the when
you know all the pain that’s coming
you will hate her in the end

you will hate her as you love her
you will wish you had not met
you will dream of her forever
you will always know regret

do this thing and you will know hate
do this thing and you will cry
do this thing and you will kill you
you will love her, then you’ll die


this will hurt you more than it hurts me
but just you sit for it and bleed

i’m sure to cut you: prepare for pain
i’m sure to scar you: you’re to blame

i’m sure to need to poke and prod and slice and burn and scrape
i’m sure to go in deep and drill you: numb and pain and ache

our time together’s for your good, now
don’t you ever doubt its true

i claim to help you by my hurting, gnawing painful screw

subjected now to pain and noise
of instruments of steel and speed

that bore deep into your body’s armor
digging out your flesh and teeth

that mouth you have
is quite diseased
filth had set up home, and wrecked

and i must scold you for the way my precepts you reject

i’ve made plain before you
how you are to change your shameful ways

and yet you have refused my teachings,
pretended truth can change

the consequences of your actions
are the pain you feel

this chair you’re sitting is is yours
you made it, i just heal


that’s it
i’ve got
i know what i need now
i had reservations before
but now there’s no doubt
i need to find me a woman who drives a choice hummer
i huge belching beastling with fat tires and a snout

it’s perfect
it’s manly
it’s just what i need now
all of the other cars
are just way too darn small
i need to find me a woman who drives a choice hummer
i can ride to the grocery and i’ll be so very tall

the good thing about hummers
is you don’t have to care
if there’s an escort or sunfire in your way
you can pretty much assume that they’ll move or be sorry
so you’re free to talk on your cellphone all day!

if seething is believing

if i write enough words
if i hope it a lot
if i wonder about it
if i wish it would stop

if i plead with the air
if i cry to the night
if i hope against hope
if i burn at the slight

if i act very sad
if i mope all around
if i beg of the fates
if i wear only frowns

if i holler and yell
if i kick and i scream
if i shout all about it
if i get really mean

if i can not go on
if i lose all my tact
if i throw a tantrum
will it make you come back?

holding pattern

waiting for something
that may never happen
is such a strange thing for a body to feel

anxious and nervous
and want the wait to be over
but still do not want the moment to appear

clocks can move backwards
when they know we are waiting
they sense that it’s tense and they like to play tricks

try to do small things
to slow down the worry
but brains betray and go back there right quick

tempted into inaction

the thing about him is: he’s evil
so you overlook when he’s bad

when he rapes all your sisters and murders your brothers
and sets fire to your mom and your dad

when he kills hungry children
and sells them into slavery
when he prostitutes little girls

when he’s breaking up marriages,
when he’s bringing famine,
when pestilence he brings to shores

when entire tribes go to war with each other
when it is safe for no man

when he tells every one that there is no love
and so there is none in the land

when hate is the answer to all of your fears
and all who live are afraid

and when everyone’s looking over their shoulders
and then tripping into their graves

you tend not to notice
you tend to ignore it
you tend to just let him be

after all, you say, he is the evil one
it has nothing to do with me

you and i both

when it comes right down to it
people will fail you
they’re not to be trusted with important things

they will drop and break them
they are thoughtless and careless
they might ask forgiveness, but they’ll do it again

people will ask you to take chances on them
even though chances
are the last thing they’ll take

what they do take
is all of your time and your feelings
and they take your heart, it seems, just to break

because, after all
people are failures
they must not be trusted with things you adore

because of their knack
for punching your soft parts
because of their knack for picking your sores

i don’t think that people
do all this on purpose
anymore, perhaps, than they mean to breathe

rather, they do it
just for survival
they think that you also have stuff up your sleeve

the greatest of these

the boys and the girls
don’t speak the same language
they talk to each other
but they never hear

the girl will say one thing
the boy will hear other
the boy will say some thing
it will miss the girl’s ear

the girls and the boys
don’t share a vocab
they both know they’re right
and each other’s wrong

the boy says the wrong word
to convey the right feeling
the girl hears the right word
but the meaning is gone

the boys and the girls
both know something is missing
so they keep trying harder
to make themselves known

but the girls and the boys
will continue to blow it
as love can’t spoken
it has to be shown

mysterious powers

i hate the hold you have on me
i hate how you can make me sad
i hate that you can bend my will
i hate how you can make me mad

i hate that all you have to do is never come again
i hate that all you have to do is never show your face

i hate that all you have to do is never poke your head inside
i hate that all you have to do is never share this space

i wish you could forgive yourself
i wish you would have tried
i wish you hadn’t given up
i wish you had not died