Easier By Far
I've tried to hold you
Over all the miles between us.
I've stretched my love as far as
I think it can go,
Only to reach just
A little bit more.
But I've lost my grip on you,
And you've slipped of the
Edge of sanity and plunged
Into a sea of love.
I've tried to understand it
Through the bits and pieces
You throw me, so
Just in case you fall,
This time I'll know how
To pick you back up.
And though it's gotten a
Little bit crazy,
It's hard to believe you
Don't have the time.
I always thought it would be
Different . . . the end.
I never imagined myself
Saying "I wash my hands, go on, get."
I'm trying to wish you well.
That's easier by far
Than all the rest.

Egghead
egghead
egg beater
no one ever called me an
eggs-estentialist
or accused me of being an
eggs-cavator of souls
no one ever helped me find the
eggs-it
and though i was never a good mormon,
i still haven't been
eggs-communicated
no one sensed that the gap dividing us was so
eggs-pansive
though i was at times berated for being
eggs-stra-ordinary
and for my overwhelming impulses to
eggs-scape

Et Tu, Poetry?
No, I don't believe you.
Yes, I really want to.
Listen, I can repeat it all . . .
I can even apply it, in words, to myself.
But, no, the words don't mean a thing.
I think you're wrong, I must be exempt.
Maybe this stuff doesn't apply to me at all.
I've been reciting it for years now,
And it still makes no difference.
Sure, there were moments of clarity.
I don't know where they came from
Or who they belonged to.
And I thought by writing it down
I could capture them and
Invoke them at will.
But my beloved words and "startling honesty"
Look back at me from their terrifying pages
And accusing me of using them to hide behind.
Or, maybe they just belong
To someone else, too.

Everything is Fine
EVERYTHING IS FINE
get the fuck away form me
EVERYTHING IS FINE
no, i don't love you
EVERYTHING IS FINE
i'm just waiting for you to die
EVERYTHING IS FINE
happy goddamn holidays
EVERYTHING IS FINE
it's all your fault
EVERYTHING IS FINE
why don't you just stop?
EVERYTHING IS FINE
do you know who i am?
EVERYTHING IS FINE
are you trying to be funny?
EVERYTHING IS FINE
happy fucking holidays

excuse me, myth?
i'll deny it all
i'll say you made it up
i'll make you look foolish
linger on . . . chew on that
i'll tear it all up
i'll say those words
i'll step down
bring it on . . . go ahead hit me
you
you
you
fuck all that
me
me
me
is easier, isn't it?
i'll say stop
i'll cry foul
i'll run away
it's so clear . . . no questions asked
i'll get rough
i'll make you them
i'll be like the 'hers'
what it is . . . is all it is
any lie i make up
you're so ready to follow
any mess i make up
you're so ready to allow
i'll tell you what
i'll say you're full of it
i'll laugh quietly
linger on . . . get me a drink
i'll stop time
i'll be worth forgetting
i'll get it done
bring it on . . . the city is burning
lie
lie
lie
it's all a myth
me
me
me
make it up as you go
i'll get bored
i'll admit i lied
i'll call off the game
stop screaming . . . who was wrong?
i'll take what's offered
i'll forget it all
i'll be just the same
there's your myth . . . chew on that