desecration

total desecration. it's what it is right now. night after night in spades. a desperation broadcast. we all know it and we see it. those who read between the lines. don't need it spelled out.

not to paint with broad strokes. watching from afar. ripening for the bleeding. exist within the sphere. rotations tune inward. projection betrays motive. it's more than who you are.

old friends

i didn't get your call. i missed your musings altogether. now we just drop out of sight. rather than risk crossing paths. i'm still waiting for a note. a move up the chain. yanking the screen down. an exposure of disarray. you make me feel so dull. incomplete like a puzzle makes no sense. just drop right off the page. until something real comes around. circling back around once more. only false consolation. eras die off like ancestors. the ghosts crown my mind.

drastic holds

i take drastic holds. holding onto weird ideas and inanimate objects. not really getting at anything. just saying that if you want to catch me. i probably will not have strayed too far away. people i've known are like satellites revolving around.and some have lost their reception.

scheduled outage

scheduled outage my heart aches for it. broken fingers can't take the pain. sightlines abstracted clouds and sun. i am sorry but i don't want to be there. walking into a room with chains. those moments were never the same. you branded my ass with a twisted iron. i am shifting shapelessly away from you. the shrill voice of violence shreds. you down the spine and twists instead of tugs. you never forget that kind of shit.

bone structure

those moments standing so close. peering into the crevices and the lines come alive. sitting and watching wayward lines shifting. they told me everything that i need to know about you. like a child's face with so much uncertainty. we knew so little except what was coming. when your face bore a glow it showed. something too vital to restrain. i was an observer but not an active participant.

it's looking like chocolate kiss (www.myspace.com/chocolatekissatl) will be getting back together for a 1-off show in atlanta in july. bob had a plane ticket credit and wanted to use it to fly in from san diego for a show. the last time we played was in august of 2003.

we were a hard sell when we were together, but i think a few more people around town have appreciated us in the years since. i am really looking forward to getting back and playing the songs again. it's probably my favorite and the most satisfying music that i have been a part of.

it will be the full lineup with bass. we're looking at the earl on july 9th. if you've ever told me that you'd come out to one of my shows before, i'll be looking for you there.

Collector

after so many years it's clear. the reactions don't quite measure up. don't quite equal what formed the mold. moments are shadows gathering behind us. we stake our lives and our identities to them. dark shades of gray telling lies. you told me so much. little stories are self fulfilling prophecies. every moment of your mind is wrapped in cynicism. strangling.