the sieve and the sand

i should have known
that they run you through
a filter every goddamn
day until you taste
pleasant enough to sip
’til you live dead enough
sit.

Pulling out the
scratch-pad
to take notes on a
passing fancy
takes too damn long
to bother with,
despite the fact that
that’s why we’ve got ‘em
any damn way.

But we’ll carry
the thing
everywhere and
whenever we want to
look important or
look too busy to bother or
look like
we know
something
that we don’t

Out it comes.

Sometimes with a
fancy pen too.

it just becomes so hard
to not throw in the towel
I suppose, but I
don’t understand
how anyone could
bring themselves
to do it.

After all,
you’re throwing away
a perfectly good towel.

put the towel on the rack
let the steam create him
as a mold
contemplate space and time
and how he can never get
it back
wishes he could go back
just to watch or give
advice
wishes he could sieze
the day and practice what
he preaches.

And me and Rob
would go driving on
two gallons of gas
with no where to go
we didn’t have a phone
we’d just drive and hope

that something
would happen
to keep us
occupied
for a couple more hours
until we got sick of
wandering around the middle school
and looking at instruments
we couldn’t afford
and finally had to
head home

where we’d sit in the alley
’till the cops came and
threatened to arrest us
if they saw us there again.

Those were the days.

all of you can rot in hell
‘cuz i know i’m right
about how little potential
really matters in the end

yeah i’m on top of the fucking
world and i aint comin’ down
for shit

all of you can keep throwing
your bricks about the height
of grass, we don’t need
any more carbon dioxide

yeah i dropped the box
and can see circles and
triangles

lovebitch why don’t you come over here and set me free i don’t want your sister’s disease i just want to kill kill kill kill kill
i just want to kill kill kill

First time for everything.
Don’t slip and fall and die.

But then,
there’s a first time for everything.

watching my man talk,
i felt a sense of pride
not because i believed
but because i liked
the way he talked
(and perhaps the way he walked)
and how there was no fear
to be disagreed with
so long as the conversation
kept truckin on.

I’ll drink the orange juice
from the jug
and I’ll eat too much
cheese on my sandwich
and I’ll probably leave
the bread bag untied
and open on the counter

but I promise
I still love everyone.

why would you kill yourself
over the same thing again?
those smiles look so good
from a distance, just like
everything else. there’s
nowhere you can get where
you wont be and there’s
nothing you can see that
you can’t see and there’s
no one you’ve met that
you haven’t torn to pieces.
and if you take the pill
it will just dissolve
in your stomach like
all the rest. just
like
all
the
rest. and you know how
much you hate all the rest.