City of Joyful Dread

I caught a fever, a holy fire

Month: September, 2011

Lamb

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ENJOY LAMB TONIGHT

words on a truck
on 130 North

in the darkening
in the doldrums
when the moon is on the moors

wolf & werewolf,
man & madman,

be not unwarned:

tonight we ride

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Point Loma Love Triangle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I carry a torch for Jana Shanahan
the waitress who works weekends at the Vine
at night I watch her down along the strand
& when she walks I wish that she were mine

but my beloved loves a man named Rip
who’s wild and rugged where I’m dull and tame
when tombstones talk, they often say his name
I dream of empty bedrooms and a whip

when Rip and Jana dance, he holds her close
he wraps himself around her like a cyst
dream lover doesn’t know that I exist
the lovers of dream lovers are a ghost

I often wonder whether it’s a waste
to be with her when she won’t be with me
when other bars and other women wait
the Barbary is half a world away

I carry a torch for Jana Shanahan
the waitress who works weekends at the Vine
at night I watch her down along the strand
& drown myself in Carmenère wine