satan gave me a taco- by beck

Satan gave me a taco and it made me really sick
The chicken was all raw and the grease was mighty thick
The rice was all rancid and the beans were so hard
I was gettin' kinda dizzy eatin' all the lard
There was aphids on the lettuce an' I ate every one
An' after I was done the salsa melted off my tongue
Pieces of tortilla got stuck in my throat
An' the stains on my clothes burned a hole through my coat
My stomach was a-tremblin' and I broke out in a rash
I was so dry and thirsty and I didn't have no cash
So I went and found a hose, tore off all my clothes
Turned on the water and it shot right up my nose
Some old lady came along and she thought I was a freak
So she beat me with a handbag till I could hardly speak
I was lying there naked, my body badly bruised
In a pool of my own blood, unconscious and confused
Well, the cops came and got me and threw me in their van
And I woke up on the ceiling and I couldn't find my hand
They took me to the judge, his eyes a-glowin' red
The courtroom was filled with witches and the dead
Well, the sheriff was a hellhound with fangs and claws
The prisoners were tied up and chained to the walls
The air was gettin' thick; the smoke was gettin' thicker
The judge read the verdict: said, "Cut off his head!"
Well, they placed me on the altar, and they raised up the axe
My head was about to explode when I noticed the Marshall stacks
I noticed all the smoke machines, cameras and the lights
Some guy with a microphone, runnin' around dancin' in tights
And I noticed the crew and the band playin' down below
And I realized I was in a rock video

So I went and joined the band and I went out on tour
And I smoked a lot of heroin and I passed out in manure
I made out with the groupies, started fires backstage
I made a lot of money and I gave it all away
Well, the band got killed, so I started a solo career
And I won all the awards and I drank all the beer
I opened up a taco stand just to smell the smell
cookin' with the devil; frying down in hell

part 1 of 1

2:06 am is always a

poignant way

to start

a poem

maybe i mention

how i was scared

shitless in a well lit

restroom

maybe i mention

how i was dozing

off,

as i wrote,

addressing my audience

next to my bed

i wish i could lock

the door

locking things makes

me feel

better.

leonard cohen

you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
we weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right

*number* time's the charm

i always knew
somehow, i could hear the whisper

he will break your heart

i could waste time asking why and
searching for a pulse
i could waste time asking you why
and digging up threads and seams
that just
end

maybe, even better,
i can make my body swell
with love and grief
and try to forget you and all the others
happened

it's a kind of dreaded cycle
i'm still on rinse and repeat

easy on the eyes

i need a storage bin for my wiped out soul

my dirty, spinning mind has tumbled out of control

i've been waiting for it to hit me:

i want this. i want to be better.

but the ball swings toward my face 

and then quickly

drops away

you were the flash of sun, burning hot

gristle

strong arms, weak in the knees

now i'm left alone 

and i want it to hit me

who the fuck am i?

i thought i knew

but i realized somehow that i defined myself with you

lay me down & don't give in

you whispered, cat

we would lay there with a blanket

and nothing else mattered

it's all dust 

silt on life's gleaming dashboard

you thought yourself out

with tumbling words 

shitfaced excuses

all week,

i thought about

you

you

made me feel beautiful

now i am ugly and alone

maybe you think you can find

another me

another girl who will stroke 

your smooth chest,

and make you smile when you couldn't 

dream of it

meet another girl who sends you love poems,

who writes notes to you,

another girl who loves you 

so unconditionally

who wants to make you happy

make things work. 

maybe you're right,

but i've never met a girl like that

except one

i don't know who i can talk to now

7:o4 am

what a shit time to be awake

my eyes are puffy 

cramping up

shaking hands

don't want to eat

tears filling my eyes

i can't get anything out of this yet

"the coming of christ" or "american idol is on"

i am inside the lone

moment

of silence

nonchalant noise from other hotel rooms

dim lights, stripped bare

here on the edge of my seat

i am finally alone

american idle

family leans in to 

watch

to 

believe

as blood pumps through my veins,

the world is slowly turning

more than anything in the world

thursday

seems like a leap year day that never comes

here we are,

and i'm telling you, i haven't felt like this

for two years

i haven't felt like this,

maybe, 

ever in my life

to be honest, with you

we wasted 

this world

like cigarette 

smoke wasted

smooth

family 

pearls

and this living room with a tv set

is full of wasted potential

and eventual regret

your bedroom lamp is out

the light is gone 

but it really never shined that bright to begin with,

to be honest

we will think about the days gone by, 

where the sun never went down

don't know why

and the moon set the standard for the shining stars

but we forgot our own standards 

where are we now?

limbo

i guess we can't wait

no point in hesitation

well behaved actions aren't actions at all

and you rarely hear people

who got nothin to say