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1/29/2006

-limbs need to be lost-

i woke up at 6am,
still drunk from the night before,
and gave myself a hair cut.

i'd got drunk on everything,
on every liquid i could find-

on saliva.
on humidity.
on tears running down the sides of old buildings in country towns.
on science fiction.

i'd left my best friend
in the city
with a man who told us
'my brother and i are down and out'

i'd adopted the soft sort of vultures
and the hard sort of pop songs.

all night long i'd roamed the perimeter of town,
looking for people to attack with the stem of my guitar.

i'd channelled the most vicious diminished chords
through gritted teeth

but

you hung me
like a noose of fake pearls,

kissing me in the same breath
you told me i looked like marlene dietrich,

and i was still choking from the lies.


it took you months to come to terms with my magic powers,

-although now i think you find them quite charming-

the way i can read your mind
the way my eyes change colour every time i blink
the way i only sleep for six minutes every night

and that for every waking moment
i make a star or a hurricane or a traffic light
go off for you.

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