I
Nice legs
Chubby face
Tight clothes
Is she a slut or just a very friendly girl with a funny way of talking
At any rate she smells like a girl

II
Cute Japanese girl
Sitting next from me on the subway
I want to move and sit across from you
So I can try and look up your skirt
And maybe for a moment feel young again
But I donít, because that would be wrong

III
The sweetest of minds
Through the sweetest of tongues
The sweetest voice
Through the sweetest lungs

Hair like wires, skin like butter
If you talked to me I would cry
Thereís something in the lips and jowls
That makes me want to dance and sing and die

IV
The girl sitting next to me on the airplane
Is so pretty it hurts
She speaks as sweet as the hardest rock candy
We both slept all the way there

VI
I can feel your bones seducing me through your cheek
Your fingers conjure images of your touch
I can see you almost smile as you sleep
Your body moves me to think wicked thoughts
  

 VII
With your pale skin and showtune brain
I love you more with ink and paper
And perfect lips
And sleepy eyes

IX
I remember you from high school
You where so pretty and sweet to me
You where my best friend
I saw you recently California you where prettier than ever
I thought I saw you today in New York, so I followed you for a few blocks
But it wasnít you
But at least you had a Tiger backpack
That was fun

XI
Iíd like to put handcuffs on your wrists
And tie you to a chair
Put champagne on your nipples
And leave you sitting there

But I havenít the guts
To even remember your name
And somehow in my mind
It just wouldnít be the same

XII (The Game)
Eye to eye
Eye to hip
The face that falls
The mind that grips
The game goes on
Like the march of time
With a 1,2,3
And a pantomime
The snow has stopped but my mind goes on
Reeling and spitting from dusk till dawn

XIII
There was a pretty Chinese girl on the subway
She was wearing blue eyeshadow and too much makeup
When she got up another pretty girl sat down
This one wasnít Chinese
But she was wearing blue eyeshadow and too much makeup
Isnít that strange?

XIV
Well I guess I scared the hell out of you
And burned my bridges in reverse
What scares the hell out of me
Is that I wasnít that perverse

You can skip along the daisies
And forget about your past
Just donít look down
And spy the snake in the grass

Iíd like to apologize for my behavior
But Iím afraid you wouldnít hear
Because your 3,000 miles away from me
And most of that is fear

XVII
Who are you?
You volumous angel of death
Tightly clad messenger of light
Tied to your pigtails
With commitment and sandpaper
In your throat

XVIII
If you like you can lean your forehead against my hand
Or lend me the smell of your braids
Or if you really want to you could just stand there and let me basque in your smile
Content in the fact that I would never touch you

XIX
Personally
My neck breaks every time you press your person against another person
This could be a problem

XXI
You are made of bubbles and smells
And parts and places
Of lipstick and rouge
And hips and wastes
Of plastic and glass
In different sizes and races
With magic in your eyes
And knowing smiles on your faces

XXIII (God Help Us)
I want to crawl up your skirt and make you laugh
Tickle your belly and take a photograph
Bite your neck and suck on your hair
Where your clothing and play with your underwear
Iíd like to do all the things young people should do
When there not too busy being strong and noble and true

XXIV (Girl in Socrates Park March 2000)
Sitting like Socrates
Awake in the afternoon
Whirring pants and a sweatshirt
Calling attention to the soccer ball

XXVI
The music tells me itís true
That if you could move your feet would take you to me
But since your paralyzed we just smoke and cry
 

XXVIII (To the Girl in Front of Me) You look pretty good from here Though I havenít really seen you yet Your eyelashes are jutting out just in front of your cheek Which is soft as lather I bet Your pleated skirt is suggestive Behind it your legs are long As I glide up beside you Your laughing lips tell me I wasnít wrong

XXIX
She is a lonely acorn
So Dark and sweet
Like a cup of coffee

XXXI
Jesus came down to me
And told me I was an ugly man
Then he gave me three thousand angels
To tell me that they understand

I saw a girl on the subway today. She looked like the type of girl who I would be involved
with. Elegant and awkward. I could feel the girls presence inside of me. Her outline in my
outline. She taught me to understand my relations to women without ever speaking to me.
She taught me again not to worry about the small things.

My angel in heaven spent
Her finest hours disgracing Lent

There is a part of my ex-girlfriendís body that falls between her hips and her ribs. Itís a
smooth concave curve. Most of the time I think about this. This and every other part of
her body.

Two girls have I
One of light and one of dark
One an eagle and the other a lark

Whenever I think about a girl I find very attractive I can always imagine her with all her
faults. Except for if she has bad skin. I can never remember if she has bad skin or not

I had a jolly tribe of nymphs
That took all that they could
They said that theyíd repay me
But I knew they never would

For seven years I didnít cry, not at all. I went through all sorts of awful shit and not a tear,
I tried but I couldnít. Finally last month I cried. I was in the middle of some petty
argument with my friend and I just started balling. Ever since then I cry whenever I get a
chance.

Jesus came down to me
And told me that I was an ugly man
Then he gave me three thousand angels
To hold my hand

XXXII
A body that goes BAM
A face that goes pout whine
Speaking Greek to your mother
Riding the train to the summer
Your brain is strong and fine

A shirt that goes to your waist
Shoes that make you take off
Fiddling with your confidence gauge
Trying not to act your age
You smile and I heave and cough

Curly hair that changes color
Deep dark eyes that hide your height
You like a friend who will talk to me no longer
Except you look weaker and she looks stronger
So I drink a lot of coffee and pretend I am right

XXXIII
There was a ghost girl on the subway
She slept with absolute grace
Her delicate ankles crossed beneath her dress
Her hand on a trashy romance novel
Like she was swearing on the Bible

XXXIV (There is No Hope for Me)
The curl of your lip
The place in your eye
That holds the escape
Between you and I
The elevator nostril
That describes your fixation
And tells of a love
Beyond frustration
Hope is a drug
And failure a transgression
We are just animals
Fighting evolution

XXXV
Your body does something to my body
Contorts it
Manipulates it
Mutates it
Until I become like a pig or a dog
An albatross
A nightingale
A Hellís Angel

XXXVI
You haunt me like a soft ghost
Capturing me in your hair
Capturing me with your memory
Until I canít come or go

XXXVII (Sad)
When you sit next to me I feel sad
Not depressed or sympathetic
But a kind of peaceful melancholy
The kind of sad which is almost pleasant
I donít know why I feel this way
But it interests me, like you interest me

XXXVIII
Legs parted slightly beneath your red dress
Laughing out loud at the magazine in your hand
I call you butterfly
For lack of a better name
You can call me nightfly or Satan or worse
It canít compare to the shame
Of me pretending to sleep just so I can stare at you longingly when youíre not looking

XXXIX (A Message on Your Machine)
Itís just me
Sad
And missing you
Sunburnt
Wishing you were at home

XL
These girls
Voluptuous and clumsy
Falling out of their clothes
Seductive against their will
Sleepy and vibrant

XLI
Tense jaw
Dark and hard eyes
Armed for insurrection
And inspection
Dark soft skin
And impatient wrists
Itís hard to see you from where I sit

XLII (The Shortest Amazon)
You are the shortest Amazon in this jungle
Wearing a bracelet given to you by the king of Brooklyn
And a nose ring you took from your latest kill
I watch you hide between trains and airplanes
Hunting the wild boar to extinction

XLIII
Listen
I have some questions for you
What is it you see above you that puts you at peace?
What do the train tracks say to you that makes you blink your eyes?
What is it you daydream about that makes you cross your legs?

XLIV (Michaela)
Michaela, even when you smile you sneer
Condescendingly sucking power from my attraction
You are a dream machine, Michaela
A small living, hating factory
Built to scare me into fantasy
I am sorry, Michaela
Or I am glad I could be of service

XLV
You two are like the sun and the moon
Or the sun in my eyes
Riding parallel on my lines
Jiggling together
Smiling together
Sneering together
But never speaking to each other

XLVI
I once knew a girl who could not kiss
She was so alive
Her lips where like promises
They set her afire

I left her to go
That merry Christmas eve
I felt so ecstatic
I couldnít believe

So like a rhythm
I beat my pen and headed home
So we exit this world
In constant euphoric drone

XLVII
There is wall
That dies with alcohol
It breathes through the rhythm of you accent
It is built in the middle of the room
There is a wall
In my frightened mind
Itís survived past relationships
It knows the difference between right and wrong
There is a wall
That only god controls
Itís hard for all of us
Who live outside

XLIX
With your elbows on the bar
And tears in your eyes
You donít know we see you
But you know where looking at you
 

L
Big strong powerful woman
Stands at least a few inches taller than me
Wearing familiar clothes
She has red hair
And orange skin
And she knows how to wear the color green

LI
You had a mole on your face
A beauty mark
There seemed to be some sort of smudge coming from it
As we talked I thought about wiping the smudge away
So I could satisfy my curiosity
About the origin of the smudge
And the feeling of your cheek
However
Upon examination
I found I couldnít move my fingers

LII
You have the fucked up teeth I adore
The Red skin I canít ignore
Wearing silk as shiny as seal skin
And the catastrophic countenance of Emily Bronte