Mind your step
i keep the overhead low
just the bed
and the books
and the rotary phone
chicago manual of style
keeps the prose right crisp
the minneapolis edition,
well it goes like this:

i talk way too fast
and i shoot from a glass
i keep poe in the glovebox
plath on the dash
and there's nobody shotgun
i got enough gas
to get vegas by daybreak
i'm not coming back
i'm pushing this luck
all the way to the coast
i'm throwin it over
just to see if it floats
i'm taking my chances,
i'm making my own
cause i've been pretty patient,
i'm ready to go.

i'm the book that beat the speed-reader,
and i'm the card the dealers won't touch
and it's just not true i'm a man-eater
all the same,
we should probably go dutch.

Careful kid with that wolf-whistle
you never know what you'll attract
and you shouldn't make noise
to which you wouldn't want to listen
what's good for the goose
is good for the...
gander back
and i'm packed
and i'm out before dawn
leave a tip on the sink,
all the staff they work hard
i hit rain, i hit sleet,
but mostly weather stays good
hit a deer on i-80,
fucked up the hood,
but you can't play for keeps
if you never draw blood.
you just brace and you breathe
you drive through the dust
you go through people and places
you hope the engine can take it
they get you up on the blocks
on a regular basis. but
innocence is overrated
based on what you haven't done
i don't need a poker face
open book, smoking gun
renegade agent,
i got no taste for their races
i run on whiskey and risk
and ennui and impatience

[repeat chorus:]

love is like liquor
it burns when it moves you
far as i figure
there's nobody fireproof
so thank you for the offer
it was truly kind of you
i'd take you up on it,
but just passing through
cause i talk way too fast
and i shoot from a glass
i keep poe in the glovebox
plath on the dash
and there's nobody shotgun
i got enough gas
to get vegas by daybreak
i'm not coming back
no i'm not coming back




On a small patio in the scorching sun at a roadside rest stop mcdonalds my sisters boyfriend menaced my girlfriend with a garden hose sprayer head that had been left out by maintenance and yelled Chicago Gangland Assassination at her in mock ruthlessness

My girlfriends brother and his friend from college talked about ugly man parts for approximately thirteen hours nonstop while in proximity of and or away from each others person

My girlfriends brothers college friends girlfriend was nineteen and crude

My girlfriends brothers college friends girlfriend threatened to queef on her boyfriends head after we all had assisted my girlfriends brother in burying his college friend in sand

My brother and his wife and his children and i made a sandcastle together by the shore with a moat and a suburb and a strange crater or rock quarryish landscape formed by the imprint of my brothers wifes butt

My nephew and his sister and mother were frightened when they thought they saw the sillhouette of a sting ray in a wave

No one wants to be remembered for dying like Steve Irwin

My girlfriend and her brothers college friend both agreed they had seen a seal while her brother and his college friend suggested that a pair of lifeguards in a rowboat had also seen a whale

The waitress at Pizza Mikes was very short with us and got into a verbal dispute with my brother over the most efficient way to bring him tartar sauce for his fish sandwich

We all postulated that the arhythmic banging coming from the four eighteen year old college boys who had displaced us from the guest house was the sound of a headboard involved in a sex act though no one recalled a headboard when we had been in the property the day before

The eighteen year old college students played a game wherein they dejectedly lobbed sandbags toward one another while their faces unpredictably shifted from grim disappointment to hard won victory for seemingly identical events leading me to conclude that they were deranged

Our rentor was also deranged but in the more harmless way of someone who missed the hippie revolution by a decade and now wishes to be seen as hip by the younger set while involving odd hours with drug addled sex crazed and pierced delinquents in her less than close kept personal affairs and generally dressing like a small dog owning shut in

Both places we stayed looked put together wrong and damp and godless

Everyone in Jersey is a prick

The sea was full of trash

Got burnt to fuck and death

Did not drink exactly the right amount

Would go again




it makes me uncomfortable because i don't understand it. i'm glad (s)he's happy. probably that's enough.