1994 SEATTLE LOVE SONG

seattle

minor chords amongst the dust
i’m the only one who comes to your show
the ground is littered
with empty bottles of cough syrup
i stand among the wreckage
and i watch you destroy yourself
i can’t look away
from the mirror you hold to me

i can’t escape the morphine sea storm in your eyes
envy’s eyes are as green as yours
envy’s eyes are as green as yours
you’ve got me wrapped up in your small pox blanket

you’re a newspaper fire burning in a rusty trash can
a shopping cart in hashbury at night
you’re not as glorious as i’ve made you out to be

i’m a gas fire and you’re the water
i’m a gas fire and you’re the water

i’ll burn like big giant factories
i will give you a sunset
the color of chemicals

minor chords amongst the dust

you left your phone in the car
along with our 1994 seattle love song
our song of retribution in a wasteland
we are just getting lost in different drugs

what happens when glass slippers slide
on black ice

we are the sound
of an i.v.
drip

i swear you smell
like kurt cobain

you taste like
sonic youth

someone popped
every single one
of the balloons
at our birthday party

someone left the car on in the garage

envy’s eyes are as green as yours
i can’t escape your morphine sea storm

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HEROIN CHIC

and then they took everything
as lonely people froze in the street
their tongues stuck to heroin needles
the took the clothes of their backs
models doing research
in gaudy gilded golden hotel rooms
with minibars and views
of shitty cities and little mirrors
to put the blow on

please
try the cocaine
really
it’s breathtaking

dark hungry alleyways
become
illuminated well-fed runways

and then they took everything
i double-dog dare the models
to tell the homeless
that they’re dying
for a cheeseburger
milan couldn’t replicate
the black in the eyes of a woman
stranded in the street

rob the homeless
take everything you can
and penetrate price tags
into their tattered garments

a blanket
becomes
a shawl

cardboard homes
become
set pieces

tip the homeless
fashion sense decades ahead of their time
a certain natural sense of
minimalism
a certain natural sense of
deconstructivism
a certain natural sense of
irony

heroin chic:
it’s all the rage

heroin chic
my drug of choice

a sense of ethics
stick it to the man
in a million dollar
thrift store
jacket
andy warhol all over again
(“think rich, look poor”)
take what we already know
and cram it down our throats

somewhere someone is dying in the gutters of america
wearing the same thing as you

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