Even If You’re Never Awake

Even If You’re Never Awake

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Stars of the Lid - Even If You're Never Awake

Even If You’re Never Awake

The sky will be filled with light
regardless of whether or not
it happens to be the middle of the day
or the absolute center of the night

Your eyes will still squint slightly, as you look upward
at the sun tossing down its warmth to you like ribbons
the glow will stay on the inside of your eyelids even after
you’ve squeezed them
Oh, so tight.

Or
stars will be there circling around your head
its been a long time since you were the center of everything
and its only because you are there to look at them
that they glow so fervently, so terrifyingly bright

Even if you’re never awake

castles will still remind you of childhood
and fantastic adventures,
even as you walk
right up to one, wondering whether or not you should
knock on that thick wooden door

you’ll still feel tingles from the anticipation
of the stone scraping against the wood
and look, now, underneath your feet
the moat is made of clouds with neon blue seaweed
your ice-cream shoes are starting to melt

Now the door’s swung open
and you’ve been ushered in
admist the king and queen and courtroom.
a feast of sound is carried out
a dance is about to begin

But you speak in separate languages
and won’t be understood

Even If You’re Never Awake

You’ll still get a bit embarrassed
when your eyes meet across the bus
not knowing if she’s real or not
but hoping that she must
be that one who you had met
as a child, in the museum
surrounded by old skeletons,
ruins from Siam,
and rooms filled with thunder

you had been too nervous to say anything
so you just wrote it down
and right now as you drop your glance
that same note is on the ground

Pick it up

its wings are long and delicate
resting on your finger
about to take off with the breeze
the patterns on its face are simple

but this is your stop

and even if you’re never awake
you need to get off the bus sometime
so you fold the note and slip it into your pocket
stifling the tiny screams
because even if you’re never awake
sometimes, things are better off left unsaid
better off unseen
(even in dreams).

Even if you’re never awake
you will still feel safe in your bed
wrapped up in wrinkled sheets
asleep on your side, even though
you know
its bad for your back

no one dares disturb you
if they try you won’t respond
right now
you’re lying breathless
on the bottom of a pond
and all the day’s responsibilities
get lost somewhere on the surface
and all the other fishes
forget what they’ve confessed

and light shines down ribbons
to the bottom of the pond
but it won’t wake you
not yet,
not til all the water’s gone
your eyes,
they flutter open
even if you’re never awake
the sun’s still up at dawn.

repeater pan

Emperor X

MOMS

NOT DONE

Awake on the train and my back is in half
I’m on twice as long ‘cause I screwed up the map.
Wheels try not to fly, just bail off the rails
The conductor is chrome as my sympathy fails.

Jump between spikes and the spokes and the wood
You spoke of a show. I assumed it good.
By the time I arrive there’s no room to stand
The crowd is too loud; you come later than planned.

We wander around empty streets just for fun.
Searching for friends but we only find none.
Turn a tight right and the sky is ablaze.
There’s a carnival spinning and I’m quite amazed.

A seat on the steps of the church where they light
rows of candles, makes the mother so bright,
Covered in stubs dropped from days gone by
Meat out of its shell is catching your eye.

central

I think I found myself this morning sitting on a public park bench. I was reading SciFi Novel, watching rowboats in the lake. You asked if I was lonely and I didn’t have an answer so I laughed and called you sweetheart, then I realized my mistake.I remembered I turn twenty on this up and coming Wednesday and I’m still terrified of people, worried my smile’s fake. Sometimes people pass by me, and I happen to catch their eye and we stare for just a moment and then the glance will break. But in that tiny little instant a bridge is built between our brains and neither one will be the same, but that bridge is made of snakes. They keep walking and I gather all the rattles in my basket, If theres a question I don’t ask it. Shouldn’t give what I don’t take. So I guess that means I’m lonely so I sit here feeling homely, but I’d be happy if only, I found love inside that lake. Take my clothes off, empty pockets, walk in with my eyes open, there’s no need to hold my breath, my lungs tremble my heart aches. At the bottom there’s a serpent and she holds me like a monument. By love, this isn’t what I meant, my love, this hasn’t happened yet. My lungs tremble, my heart breaks. My carcass it is bloated, to the surface it has floated. All my failures have been noted But my religion never shakes.

I think I found myself this morning feeling sad and scared and sorry, so I hid inside a story. I’m so sure that its all fake, but it’s the best thing we can make. So I’ll take what I can take.

Advice to a robot built from uncooked noodles

Don’t fall in love with the girl from the thrift store
she’ll just rummage through your heart
til she finds what she came for

Don’t fall in love with the girl from the grocery
she’ll just prod around your skin
for your bruises and your injuries

Don’t fall in love the boy from that short, short story
he’ll never love you back and he’s so static
that he’ll make you sorry

Don’t fall in love with the boy in the space shuttle
he’ll just get lost and lonely looking
at the stars when you want to cuddle

Don’t start a club where you only wear sweaters
it’s not practical for summertime
and you’d need to stitch on letters

Don’t start a club where you only wear denim
You’ll get confused for the cowboys
and you can’t handle all that venom

Don’t try to find an ocean underground
you’ll just keep digging on days
and if you succeed you’ll just drown

Don’t try to find a mountain in a meadow
It was probably never there
otherwise it’d cast a shadow

Don’t runaway and become a forest wanderer
you might end up enjoying it
and have nothing left to ponder

Don’t runaway and form a gang of schoolchildren
someday you’ll need an education
and you’ll have to be a fool til then.

Don’t give advice about all the things you shouldn’t do
because you’ll just look like a ingrate
being negative is nothing new

Don’t give advice to a robot made of rigatoni
he won’t listen anyhow

The Doctor (Pepper) is full of Whiskey

Remember all those greeting cards we searched through
at the Duane Read on the corner of 58th and 9th ave?
Remember how they all had relatively cheesy pictures
drawn in relatively cheesy colors,
and when you opened it
the inside was so corny that you wanted to use
the sharp adhesive sealed edge of the off-white
envelope to slice
open your eyeballs
as if to say
“I’ve seen it all now,
there’s nothing left
for me to witness
with these.”
?

That’s how I felt
when I spoke with my red haired friend tonight
about my (receding) brown haired friend.
I felt as if all these conversations
were reflections
of memories
of dropped pocket lint
which was only once
a part of some chic tapestry.

Nevertheless,
he is a mess
and I am
redundant.

Right now,
I hope he is okay
in his stupor.
I hope the night finds him
dancing
with someone he can recollect the name of.
I hope his smile
lasts
at least until he makes it into bed.
and I hope that sunrise finds him
breathing
and in awe
of everything he has.

Microcastles

Deerhunter - Microcastle from Adam Bruneau on Vimeo.

Returning

The song is called "Stella and Me" by If Thousands. Video is random super8 clips taken off the web.

This is about when things don't look like you remembered them.

Wholly Matrimony

Of course I wanted the ceremony to be beautiful, honey. There is nothing I wanted more than a gorgeous and meaningful wedding with you, me, and everyone we love. But I also wanted it to be fun! Doesn't that make sense? I've been to enough weddings to know that by the time the bride and groom kiss, no one is even listening anymore. Just checking their watches and eye-ing the open bar. All I have to say is: you might be mad at me know but years down the line you'll appreciate that I paid of the priest to say "Til death do you fart".
God, its still cracking me up!

This post was sponsored by Purina

The puppy stared up at me with those big puppy dog eyes as if to say,

"Hey, please feed me you stupid son of a bitch. Every night you fall asleep watching TV on the couch, and I end up licking condensation off the bottom of the fridge"

Sooooo adorable!!! I was going to get up to feed him, but COPS was on.

(Lamp) Post

The lamppost was planted in the ground like a skinny man dressed all in black. Everyday on my way home from work I'd sit and talk to it. I tried to fatten him up by tying my lunch left overs to the post. Eventually I grew tired of these visits and his unceasing silence, and we slowly drifted apart. But I'll always know that somewhere in the world there's a lamppost wrapped in old baloney and veal cutlet.

P.S. This should count as charity because its kind of like a food donation. Once the baloney is out there its fair game for anybody.

Alarms

Today I woke up with the sun.
this is rare

My shirt had come off during the night
and I’d lost my ambition between the dark blue
couch cushions

Everything was still
like watching someone trip on cement
forever
never crashing

Forgetting my dreams,
I saw the windows smile at me
smudged with fingerprints
and chocolate cake

Maybe today is the apocalypse.
One of the cartoon countries,
known only by clichés and caricatures
will finally bomb us back
trees uprooted and soaring
animals quivering in alleys
dark clouds holding ammunition

Maybe the pestilence will creep beneath
our face masks
and put its fingers down our throats
so much we aren’t immune to
so many strains of impurity
vaccinations are for doctors
but the bumblebees will die out.

Perhaps the vacuum of space
will flip itself inside out
like a morning sock
or an evening sweater
torn up by a molten rock
caught up in debris
walking pedestrian in the middle of a highway

If just half the population dies
there will still be more people than I could ever
learn the names of .

I waited

No explosions in the distance
no striped or spotted creatures in the backyard
just me, half naked on the couch in the honors house
study lounge, hiding out from allergic reaction

I let myself sleep for five more minutes.

All around the world people were hitting snooze
like a game show quiz buzzer
Our answer!
delay

Sherlock McGlock

It was a dark and stormy night. The kind of night that left you wondering if anyone was going to come out of this thing alive.
A bolt of lightning flashed outside the window, as I paced back and forth in front of the alter. The priest shifted nervously in his seat, while the widow, the maid, the doctor and the mechanic exchanged confused glances in the front pew.

"It has come to my attention that the murderer might be in this very room," I said, in a voice that real knowing, as if I were an art professor or a museum curator who always wanted to be an art professor but just didn't have to guts to leave the museum.

"Uh excuse me, put would you please sit down?" snarled the priest, as if he had something to hide. "You're standing in front of the casket, and no one can pay their respects."

I was beginning to think that the priest was behind this whole thing. He had just given a speech about the victim. I think he knows too much.

Things I'd Do for Vanilla Softserve

1. Walk 2 miles, through windy conditions
2. Kiss a lady clown (Denise) who is wearing really ridiculous rainbow suspenders
3. Go to an ice cream factory and fuck shit up
4. Listen to an old person's story and pretend to be interested
5. Perform a rap song for my family at Thanksgiving about the historical inaccuracies of the holiday, while they all eat vanilla ice-cream in front of me (rough).
6. Join a fraternity under the pretense that I was a lady, and learn something about myself in the process
7. Take Denise out on a second date and chat about our lives.
8. Get a thousand paper cuts
9. Fill out a survey with a bunch of weird sexual questions about the role soft serve served in my childhood.
10. Repent
11. Bring Denise home for Thanksgiving and rap to my family about our relationship, while Denise eats vanilla ice cream (brutal).
12. Put my foot in my mouth (metaphorically)
13. Put my foot in my mouth (literally)
14. Explain to Denise that our whole relationship ship is based on a snack. She'll be devastated at first, then see the humor in it.
15. Develop lactose intoleration.

Citrus Love (revised after talking with Richard "The Persian" Hoyt

Today I bought three oranges
bought them with a card
but when I peeled the skin off one,
there was just a beating heart.

The second simply sprang a leak
water gushed right out
the inside was all aqueous
yet still a fruity drought

The third was stuffed with butterflies
majestic in their escapes
these wonders left me hungry
I should have bought some grapes

page 157 in the memoirs of a crossing guard

After we missed the bus I took your hand
and pulled you into the library.

Most of the lights were off and there was only one person left working
at the front desk, rolling pages into caterpillars.

We walked into the fiction section (Q-R) and remembered,

I built a cabin out of hardcovers
only your legs poked out of the front.

I left the roof open so we could watch the constellations
parade through the skylight.

In the morning our cabin had crumbled and been re shelved.

I asked if you wanted breakfast and we ate typhoon analysis spreadsheets

the data crisping on my Canadian stove.

a follow up

An hour after the previous post I received a phone call from the police telling me that they had found what might be my laptop. I ran across campus, slid down the stairs, and into the station. It was my computer.

I don't know what this means, or if it means anything at all.
Its beautiful.
I'm lucky.

Let's get dancy.

cleanse

My laptop was stolen last week

I wasn't as angry

as I was embarrassed

that a thief

dressed in velvet sheets and bandanas 

was reading my unfinished love poems

to you.

I'm hoping he will give me positive feedback.

Citrus Love

Today I bought three oranges
I bought them with a card
but when I peeled the skin off,
there was just a beating heart.

Gotta get my money's worth
Sink my teeth and pull.
Saturated, sweet, and summer
Firm and full

TimeWaster

SO much fun. Buckets of fun.
http://www.ronwinter.tv/drums.html

Life changing.
http://www.everystudent.com/videos/jobsearch.php

Purty.

A Selection of Animals I Trust vs Ones I Don't

Sheep
One of the good guys. They come in flocks and can be easily controlled by dogs. Also they're covered with fluff. Adorable. I trust them.

Zebras
You look like a horse in prison. Nice try. Don't trust you.

Rabbits
Despite how television portrays these guys, I think they are A-Okay. Rabbits don't say much, but they let you know where you stand. Easily domesticable.
I trust them.

Bunnies
Woah, hold up a second. Aren't bunnies the same as rabbits? They are right? Then why are they in here twice? I mean, I guess nothing changes, its just a little peculiar, is all. Uhhh...Still trust them, I guess.

Squirrel
Remember those wooden bird houses we all made at some point in grade school? They looked like this:Well I went and nailed mine to a tree in my backyard. A year later I went to check on it and opened the swinging flap door. BAM. Squirrel jumps out, onto my face, and down my shirt. When I stop screaming, I shimmy the squirrel out and run like hell.
DON'T TRUST SQUIRRELS.

Hares
Is this...are you serious? Another rabbit trying to pry his/her way in here? No way, not happening. Uneccessary amounts of names. Your an animal, pick one name and stick with it. I take back everything I said about rabbits or bunnies. Don't trust the whole lot.

Just So You Know

First off, I’d like to firmly claim that, despite what some people have been saying, I’m not crazy.

I’m more like the opposite of crazy. I’m sane. Sane as a songbird.
So sane.
I’m walking around all day and people are staring at me like I have some kind of arm growing out of my head, or worse a leg out of my arm, or worse yet a head growing out of my own original head. That is the worst possible option because a limb can be controlled, but an extra head will try to seize power.
But there are no weird growths on my body. I know because I wear a full body wetsuit under my clothes (just to be safe) and that layer would stop nearly anything. Even bullets. And curses.
I’d like to once more state that I am not crazy, in any way. Just ask my wife and best friend Stacy.
But Michael, you aren’t married, you might be thinking. WRONG. Just because no one has ever seen or spoken to my wife, doesn’t make her any less real. And just because there is no legal proof or government documentation of her existence. doesn’t make our love any less real. And just because our marriage certificate is made from crayon and uncooked macaroni doesn’t mean it isn’t official.
If you talked to my wife she’d tell you: I’m not crazy.
Not even a little.
Answer me this, naysayers, would a crazy man tattoo “I’m not crazy” in concentric circles from his nipples outward, creating a veritable web of non-craziness. The answer is no. I did that thing about the nipples and that proves it. Once something is written on your body it’s super true. Technically I’m King of America because I wrote that on my hand in pen, just pen. But I didn’t want to upset the system by proclaiming my kingship, but I will if things get too bad.
Furthermore, I own over two hundred collectible glass figurines of kids doing cute activities in the snow.
It just makes me so angry. All this hatred boiling inside of me like a thousand dragon sneezes. And, of course, the anger makes me a little testy, so I run around the supermarket throwing string beans around and yelling “HOP ON THE CHEDDAR TRAIN!! LAST STOP: THE MOON!!!!!!” Then the cashier gets upset when I try to pay with Korgles, a currency I developed based on my fingernail clippings. (Just as a point of reference, an American dollar is roughly equal to 3 Korgles and tennis ball I found under the couch.)
I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Man, he’s so crazy.” That’s ‘cause I can read minds. So don’t try and hide from anything from me.
Well I could sit here all day, telling you how not crazy I am, but I have responsibilities, just like anyone else. From 3-4 I give all the canned goods in my house a bath, and sing each one a song before tucking it into bed. So maybe if caring for the things you love makes you crazy, then I’m crazy. Maybe if expressing emotions through dance and pyrotechnics makes you crazy, then I’m crazy. Maybe if making candles in my basement shaped like your face makes me crazy, then I’m crazy.
But if not, I’d like to assert once more that I’m not crazy.

Oo-de-lally

Corrections to Egregious Song Lyrics

I recently discovered this thing called music. Apparently its all the rage with the "kids". Well I did me some listening and let me tell you, I was shocked. Isn't anyone keeping tabs on these songwriters? Who fact checks the top 40? I guess no one because singers make a lot of statements that aren't even remotely true.

Well that's all about to change.
Welcome to a new segment I like to call Corrections to Egregious Song Lyrics.

"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, That's amore"
-No, actually that's just serious optical damage. Not to mention a huge disruption to the tide system. And our gravitational balance. And where ever your eye is when the moon hits it. We're talking big-time crater. Also Dean Martin (punk) you spelled moray wrong. Its a type of eel. It looks like this :














"Take a drink from his special cup, Doctor Robert"
-Doctor Robert, The Beatles

This one kind of worries me. If you go to see a doctor and he/she has a "special cup" you might not be at a real doctor. I had this problem for a while. Every time I felt sick I'd go see this man who lived in the park by my house. He was old and hairy and smelt like the inside of worm (I'm guessing). The man, or Doctor Apocalypse, as he vehemently yelled every 7 minutes, would advise me to rub his stomach. Trusting in his medical knowledge, I'd oblige. Often this would make me feel better. More often I would instantly be grimy and nauseous and my sore throat would not only persist but begin to bud smaller versions of myself, out of its damaged cell structure.

Also what kind of special cup are we talking about? like a dixie cup with his name on it. or wooden chalice used to hold the blood of christ? I imagine it looks like this:

Either way, I can just imaging your primary care physician filling this cup with robitussin, and then creepily watching and giggling as you drink it.
I guess I don't have to worry. I mean who would take advice from a band named after a bug?

I am very tired. It is late. More tomorrow!!!

After Reading Your Letter

Sprawling Commonwealth Avenue

doesn’t feel so far from home

Those cities will embrace
your arrival with a fanfare
of footsteps, people pass by
without knowing your name
but something in the way
you hold your shoulders
and step in rhythm
with the pigeons

will make them turn
for half of one
second,
screwing their eyebrows
together to combat
the sun behind your head
because they think

‘Maybe I sat across from him
in a library once’
or
‘held open the door
at a deli’

its not true
your face
is new.

They remember
the feeling
of waking up
just before the alarm
or seeing the sun
set between the skyscrapers
and thinking about redwoods,
or having lunch
alone
happily.

all of this in the buttons
of your sweater.
I too have heard about
Allah
and
¡Ole!

The tribes used to chant it
in the desert during dances,
if one mover began to spin
out of his control
and into the divine’s.
The body became a vessel
and they would sing
ALLAH
because he was dancing
before them.

and when the bull fighters
cheated death
it was only god
flaunting,
their Moorish tongues
would cry
¡Ole!
so much more.
those dancers and dodgers
are just rainbows
when the truth is –
light is all around
us.

Let’s not wait
for the rain to fracture
it
Let’s not wait
for the conditions to break
the realm of belief.

Look around you
in wonder
its there

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A Compliment?

Goodness
you’re gorgeous
whenever you smile
like that with your eyes
turning your lids into lips
with the world’s smallest mustache
jutting outward and upward in the shape of each
eyelash

Post: The First

Spent a long time getting that picture on the top to look pretty. Interesting fact: the man on the table was being operated on against his will. Took me hours to edit out his screams of agony.

GUYS. SERIOUSLY. We are going to have so much fun. I want this blog to be like a circus, but without the freakish exploits, animal cruelty, and fear. So I guess that leaves cotton candy, which isn't too shabby at all.

I went to the circus when I was six and one of the trapeze artists fell to his death.

Maybe I should rethink this whole metaphor.

Okay, I want this blog to be like a merry-go-round: colorful, fast, and if you stay on it too long, you'll vomit.

Perfect.