tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52837052011-12-24T19:32:22.212-06:00Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.comBlogger1871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-36876726202664620512011-12-24T19:31:00.002-06:002011-12-24T19:32:22.218-06:00

We used to touch in the sea Romantically We used to keep each other's head up No, we didn't want to drown Didn't want to feel the liquid rush past our throats. Now, She wants a bouquet Or even a single stem But I can't seem to bloom, can't seem to get in tune I'm not quite sure what to do. 'Cause Abegail, I gave you all my flowers long ago I don't even know where the fields are anymore And after

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-58374778402484423242011-09-15T23:02:00.001-05:002011-09-15T23:02:05.178-05:00

I could never marry a blonde They are too caught up in Their highlights No time to focus on love Can't trust them No No way. I will always fuck a blonde They dress up real nice Before you both get undressed They keep you warm Sexually Always fuck them Yes Yes way.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-78817640792120874962011-09-02T13:04:00.000-05:002011-09-02T13:04:47.116-05:00

I've never dated a girl With cool tattoos Why did I ever fall for girls who wear their bad choices?

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-4057645469878028042011-05-04T08:42:00.002-05:002011-05-04T09:20:17.352-05:00

Abegail I wanted to write youA dreamMaybe it's one I had about youMaybe I've made it upIt's a mystery for both of usIn it, we were dancingThe way we used to danceReal, real closeWith your face pressed against my cheekMy skin would quiver all overHand in hand, I'd lead the wayWhere did you go, Abegail?I used to think about you all of the timeAfter you diedBut I've seen you in the windowAnd I've

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-34881224648419244752011-04-16T23:56:00.003-05:002011-04-17T00:01:52.908-05:00

I'm feelin' fine, like I'm feelin' the sunshine for the very first time. It used to be that I felt like a carcass, dragged along across the dirt, collecting trash along the way. But baby, I don't want that for me no more: no way. Something tells me I should give it time, but that's never been my style.Sure, I wanna change, but an old dog just can't learn new tricks and my rules are the only rules

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-46130097027125213862011-03-23T03:50:00.002-05:002011-03-23T03:59:25.323-05:00

I've had my fingers brokenFalling out of that family treeTried to plant my ownBut it just wouldn't takeThe dirt was too poor in the concept of a world with wealthThat's me: fallen from the skyRising back upBut it's probably just timeFor me to climb something else.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-60615676594384601822010-12-08T10:38:00.001-06:002010-12-08T10:40:17.454-06:00

I never wanted to share youBut I never wantedTo fucking fancy you either.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-77073072205891555602010-12-08T10:27:00.000-06:002010-12-08T10:37:57.397-06:00

If you would embrace meMaybe I won't pass awayI could hide from Death in your armsAnd you could keep me safe in your shade.I was once a miracleNow I'm a goddamned cast away(Reclusive) (Getting high)Smoking my days and weeks awayWaiting for it, endlessly.I've triggered a latchFeeling the sweat of sweet escapeYou take your birth controlI'll take my death control.They tell me if I swallow these

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-14021172095972601462010-12-08T10:23:00.000-06:002010-12-08T10:24:25.868-06:00

The ones who say "trust me"Are the ones who should never be trusted.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-41490642211749042412010-11-17T21:30:00.000-06:002010-11-17T21:34:14.601-06:00

I thought there was loveAnd that she would catch my bloodYet it spillsWho's truth are you living?If it was mineYou'd be in my bedAnd I'd be in your armsI like my truthBetter than yoursI wish you did too, kid.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-38702230799981177142010-11-14T18:37:00.003-06:002010-11-17T21:42:34.055-06:00

I've waved this white flag beforeBut I just want to make sure it's been seenAll I've wanted when I'm not aroundIs to be missedAnd for someone to be glad that I exist.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-76335881424573848552010-11-06T11:35:00.000-05:002010-11-06T11:42:23.092-05:00

Abegail is asleep in my bedWrapped up warm in sheetsIn a sea of make believeWith you, love, I never had a choiceWithout you, my dearest, I never had a chanceI want to touch her faceBut my hand would only go right throughShe's just a ghostA dreamer in a dream worldThat I dreamed up myselfI am a daydreamerSinking in an ocean of dreamsDrowning because I miss youDying because I let you goWithout a

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-82645525993407013162010-11-06T11:25:00.001-05:002010-11-06T11:33:41.698-05:00

Martyr meFor all of my enemies to seeI walked a mileJust to dance with the breezeI'd do a waltz just to feel anything at allThe trumpets playand the flutes ebb and flowThey soundtrack the danger I've gotten myself intoI'll feel the cold sweat runand drip down my faceSometimes it burns real badOther timesWhen the wind will blow upon my skinOn a cold, cold nightIt's the only thing that feels "real"

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-72294461692597650062010-08-08T13:11:00.006-05:002010-08-08T13:28:24.951-05:00

Your heart is made of stoneDidn't you know mine is too?"You and I, kidWe're gonna make history."I believe you, baby dollAnd I'll be the first to admit that you scare me real badBecause you're the very definition of fine artAnd with youJust maybeI can pull it all offI could travel to the greenest junglesOr cross the longest bridgesIt's not so hardMy blood used to run like olive oilAnd my heart

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-1506970189115762672010-05-23T10:50:00.004-05:002010-05-23T11:08:35.808-05:00

I've traced the sunrise with my fingersWhile lying on my back in a sailboatFloating like driftwoodInto the unknownAbigail, you've been dead and gone for so longThat I don't even remember your face anymoreI don't know if I'm sad that it's her and not youOr that maybe I wasn't ready for this at allI'll roll off the side of this vesselLet the ocean salt water choke completelyLet it rise throughout

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-87325119258100693942010-03-08T17:20:00.002-06:002010-03-08T17:21:38.888-06:00

If I can't have youI will settle for your understudy.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-91178281517301042142009-12-08T08:33:00.002-06:002009-12-08T08:47:02.800-06:00

At the grocery store yesterdayI went to collect my purchasesInto a bagWhen I saw a lonely one tossed asideIt had lost it's wayAnd I was caught off guardBecauseI could relateBut I still grabbed one from the rackBecause I was afraid to stray from the norm.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-57384229254939665952009-11-11T22:15:00.000-06:002009-11-11T22:16:45.682-06:00

I am ending my life with youIt will be shiny and newI will cough and you will sneezeAlways excusing ourselvesAnd clearing each other's platesI don't know what grows in that head of yoursMaybe its the seeds I pottedDeep in the soil of your soulI just don't know but I can dreamThe forrest will always be darkBut we're endlessly carrying flashlightsScaring away ghostsAnd communicating with loving

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-82355727063863570062009-10-27T17:05:00.002-05:002009-10-27T17:09:43.928-05:00

Act One:Everyone asks me if we're married yetBut I can't get you to wear my ringInterlude:Once I had it on your finger, but it seemed to somehow slip away. I picked it up from off of the floor, blew the dust off and kept in my pocket to see if you would notice.But your finger stayed naked.Act Two:And your voice that once would greet meWith sugar sweet"Hello"'sand"How are you"'sHas been replaced

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-48511123303789435462009-10-19T23:15:00.002-05:002009-10-19T23:17:55.999-05:00

If the batteries keep, we might just stay warm all winter. Spring will have sprung and the hunt for new electric warmth will have begun. I can't shake the feeling that we're all going to freeze the death, but that's probably the bed bugs.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-58647160050503648452009-10-01T15:58:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:58:58.427-05:00

I carry your face with me wherever I goAnd that disgusts me.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-75689044059423822542009-10-01T15:56:00.003-05:002009-10-01T16:01:44.720-05:00

There's an elephant in the roomAnd I've named him GuiltHe's informed me that I'm not as great as I think I amThat's why everyone has runAnd no one will everEat my grapes again.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-22139443838993615282009-10-01T15:32:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:33:45.237-05:00

My friends and their relationshipsThese daysThey only make love in their pocketsLeaving their touch to be coldCan't you see us laughing?We're right in front of you.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-17923262851715142082009-10-01T15:14:00.002-05:002009-10-01T15:16:51.299-05:00

Don't take your love for granted, because it can drift away. You've got to fight for what you want and keep your head above the water or else you'll drown. Take it from me: I never saw it coming, but now I have no home. I thought I was smart, but I really should have known.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-63515751899114379242009-10-01T15:09:00.002-05:002009-10-01T15:12:34.757-05:00

You've been there for years just growing older and weaker on the inside, yet you attempt to project a level of solidity that we both know you're aren't capable of. Most days I wish I never skinned my knee, but family is family and what's done is done. They go hand in hand. You may be a father but you're no longer a dad, one day I'm going to pull off this scab and be glad I had.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-36534741263364945132009-07-28T14:40:00.001-05:002009-10-01T14:44:16.607-05:00

It's okay to feel stuck in places, I feel stuck tooSometimes the night never endsAnd the streets always bend.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-31544981463391753362009-07-28T14:35:00.001-05:002009-10-01T14:41:50.138-05:00

Paper tramp, you've spilled on the pagesBut you don't mean a goddamn thing to anyoneThat's worth paying the attention you crave.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-23023813301770406462009-04-07T00:30:00.001-05:002009-10-01T14:42:05.858-05:00

If I ever create a familyWill they even like me?Will they care about my past while they create their own?Who will I be to themSomeone importantOr someone who ruins everything?Maybe things can change and maybe I can changeOr maybe things will always just stay the same.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-9601963630706768292009-03-22T23:26:00.001-05:002009-10-01T14:43:47.350-05:00

There's us on a row boatTwo pals shifting against the wavesHighAbove the salt waterAnd avoiding the dishes in the kitchen sink.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-47183095886904628152009-02-28T01:47:00.001-06:002009-10-01T14:43:35.759-05:00

I guess I've burned so many bridgesThat I can't look at art anymoreWithout thinking of friendships that could've beenAnd namedropping I could've done.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-71018949092685741862009-02-01T22:09:00.001-06:002009-10-01T14:43:21.035-05:00

There's a car parked in front of my apartmentWhere you're always welcome to ride shotgunWe can drive someplace new and stop for bubble gum and postcardsThere will be gas stations and there will be junk food lungsThere will be hugs in the rain and there will be hands held gentlyBut I'll stay firmIf that's what you want.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-43484138491330256442009-01-29T22:18:00.001-06:002009-10-01T14:43:10.264-05:00

Honey bear hug me tightlyI don't wanna slip awayBumble bee find me something sweetI don't wanna be thirsty foreverSea otter don't ya knowI ain't ever gonna goEverybody, I'm staying right hereHere is where I wanna be.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-42012238512998627292009-01-27T23:48:00.001-06:002009-10-01T14:42:58.632-05:00

I saw you in motionTwirling about for someone else's dimeIt's your dreams come trueAnd I think that's greatThough I can't help being selfish in wonderingIf you remember who I am and what you were to me...Do you?

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-76239420023355553612008-11-10T20:44:00.003-06:002009-10-01T14:49:42.038-05:00

I needed to take a chanceOn an old pipe dreamSo I packed up my whole lifeBut not for the first timeAnd I made my way thereTravels bring hurdlesAnd hurdles make some fine scars.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-38777697491182423672008-11-07T15:10:00.003-06:002009-10-01T16:04:51.391-05:00

Retire into bedsInto nothingnessA relationship with words coming to an endMaybe it can dress up as something new and become attractive once moreBut nowIt is simply 'goodbye'.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-63768996541325533172008-11-07T15:05:00.002-06:002009-10-01T16:04:44.190-05:00

You can carry me past the daggers that people stare my wayAnd then I might justGlanceSometimes when I look at you I think how I don't know you at allAnd other times I know I could probably be your biographerMaybe I've made up the facts, but I've been underlining all the good partsIt's my secret bookHidden under layers of bedroom sheets and mattressesOr guilt and shameIf you ever found it you'd

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-5520321720140027482008-11-07T15:03:00.002-06:002009-10-01T16:04:30.311-05:00

Thought I saw your face on somebody elseCould be thatWorthlessnessHas a specific lookI'd ask how you are, but I really don't care.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-28839904506436515152008-10-18T20:06:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:04:34.958-05:00

Dear sir,I thought about writing this downAnd burying it with your graveBut I don't know where that isI hope it's under an apple treeI wanted you to knowThat I believe you'd meet me for a drinkAnd we could laugh aboutWell...Everything.Yours,Friend.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-23981946437879294172008-10-18T19:56:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:04:38.925-05:00

I remember sneaking through your window for sex late one nightI crawled through the phone earlier to warn you I was coming overYou told me to be quiet when shutting my car doorBut I forgot and the kids woke upI didn't careI decided to go to sleep insteadRight next to youWhere it was warm.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-38392219569791489252008-10-15T18:08:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:02:20.737-05:00

I need self-helpFrom myselfBut sadly, I am notWell versed in the subject.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-54596955612010193822008-10-04T15:07:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:02:25.310-05:00

Hip, hipIt's hard to stay hipWhen you're lost in a crowd for daysClick, clickEverybody's got their cliquesSniffing drugs or drinking when they wakeIt's a mistake!Or haven't you heardThat you drove your friends awayNeeded help, pass them a sipIt worked for you, it can work for them tooWhy talk, why communicate at allAren't we all just having a blast getting fucked upOn Tuesday mornings?

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-40086143351561656602008-10-02T19:26:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:02:30.898-05:00

There is a chance that the world may end any day nowAnd that is scary.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-22612526893736115022008-09-19T14:44:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:02:34.969-05:00

I want to touch youBut the glass will not allow it& I want to kiss youBut there is an open sign where your face should beI miss you madlyWhen will you finally close?

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-22254113939237766242008-09-14T12:06:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:02:40.835-05:00

We can'tAct naturalJust becauseCircumstanceTells us toI surrenderI surrenderI am a white flagOr the tail betweenYour legs.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-71620487384499945772008-09-14T12:05:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:02:44.580-05:00

There is nowhereFor my head to restAnd my babyShe needs only the bestBut I can't give it to herNoCan't even give a little to myselfI've run outI've run dryNo couch, no floorNo way, friendNo dogs allowed.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-66730182193731761872008-09-12T10:22:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:02:50.787-05:00

I'd like to think I can count on youOr maybe I'm starting to start getting thereI really don't want to get let downSo don't let me fall into that scene.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-36235396713841615552008-09-09T12:33:00.001-05:002009-10-01T16:01:24.691-05:00

Ignore one vice for another:Fair enough.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-85932693750340125862008-09-08T21:14:00.001-05:002009-10-01T16:01:12.295-05:00

I never expected the seasons to changeAnd for your leaves to switch coloursBut as long as your branches dance in the wind, honeyI will watch you for hours.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-33596947632466477862008-09-02T17:32:00.001-05:002009-10-01T16:00:55.313-05:00

Your hair is from the 70'sAnd your style from the 80'sYou love nostalgia from the 90'sAnd your tasteless personality is straight from today.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-89626805196373150032008-08-30T18:49:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:00:39.670-05:00

Why don't you everSpeak English?

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-62689676670132915662008-08-19T05:57:00.001-05:002009-10-01T16:00:28.633-05:00

Feet to groundI'm Midwest bound!

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-12610911761191661112008-08-18T10:44:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:09:59.837-05:00

Babe is like paperAnd while others would leave their markAnd toss you asideI will leave impressionsAnd keep you in my pocket.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-758315671436928072008-08-17T20:47:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:09:54.758-05:00

Chapter 1.I built these hands one finger at a timeWhile drifting endlessly in the distorted lushness of the limbo-like surroundingsThey engulf me and rip out my angel wingsRight off of my backAnd the blood drips past the cracksAnd the blood drips down to my toesWho will be there to clean up the mess we've made?Why create the wounds if there is no tongue to clean themAnd why break the skin if it

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-79488204314459424972008-08-17T09:31:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:09:51.220-05:00

We can play by your rulesIf we play by mine tooYou try to end the routine on topBut I came out on top too.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-3740733716105759052008-08-16T18:43:00.003-05:002009-10-01T16:09:46.534-05:00

I still get high to answer all of my questionsTo break a legOut in the worldGetting older every single dayJust wantA break to the patternThat has got a hold on meIt strangles my neckIt's fucking killing me.(oops, I've already missed a day. here's 2.)

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-1891196997457317272008-08-16T18:42:00.003-05:002009-10-01T16:09:41.894-05:00

I'm a stranger to all of my old friendsBut that's okayBecause they're strangers to me too.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-89073955784693476592008-08-14T18:12:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:10:03.949-05:00

What we shareCannot be sharedBeyond just you and meSo why can't we shareWhy do you stareWhen you shouldEat your words, eat the rainbowsShare, share, share.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-87223219013858754102008-08-13T14:03:00.003-05:002009-10-01T16:10:07.411-05:00

What have you done?And what are you doing?

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-33374531118735178652008-08-12T22:31:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:10:11.653-05:00

New ways to be violentBut no new waysTo be friendsIt's either give or takeBut neverA little of eachIt's awfully hard toKeepThe balance.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-89541890339247160212008-08-12T00:11:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:10:16.301-05:00

Every time I sitUnder the moon's tongueI feel real niceAnd a little bit freeLike a stagecoach and horseOn it's wayTo Camelot.(today begins the 26 day "alphabet fishing", where I will write daily poems until the I reach "Z". all poems will be associated with a letter. I might not be able to post every day due to limited internet access next week, but I will still write and catch up. do not fear!)

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-79068416754560720472008-08-10T21:12:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:55:12.902-05:00

Lips get looseWhileCigarettes slip past fingersClinging to deathEverybody holds handsWhile their faces are againstThe screen door on the front porchOf a funeral home.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-20220378203297608082008-08-04T22:03:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:55:01.498-05:00

Jump off rooftopsIn your autumn sweaterThink quick: don't fallYour legs will break upon impactYou're so offThis has nothing to doWith anythingOr anyoneJust off rooftopsNot to conclusions.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-18150642356446675442008-08-02T12:39:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:54:33.230-05:00

There's too much spaceWhere there was once a mirror imageAgainst my hipsMarijuana nights locked up tight insidePrison bedsheetsHasn't been fun in a long timeIt's a dead sceneAnd the calendar monthPromises to be the hardest yetThough the next oneHas plenty of sunAnd I plan on getting sunburned.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-33063015621418844172008-07-16T23:13:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:54:23.376-05:00

There we areMy eyes are like rainbowsThat dry damp into the summer airNo more snow, no more greysJust me and the girlIn the tall, tall grassShe has strawberry nipplesAnd a smile like fingers in a creekShe is my passengerWith hair in the windIn a carRunning on tired legsIt's medicine is too muchGot to go to a fruit treeA fruit tree I grew with the seeds in my pocket.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-82225675544066348882008-07-08T22:04:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:54:11.751-05:00

All of the womenI used to knowHave new last namesOr are pregnantWhile I sit here with the same last nameAnd an empty stomach.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-73048624806972929652008-07-05T14:02:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:53:59.902-05:00

The suitcase is packedBut our wallets are emptyEverybody do the struggleDo it all damn nightThe car is full of boxesBut the tank is almost on emptyIt's a struggleTo leave the drivewayLet alone the coast.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-55772529691406349472008-06-11T21:59:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:53:48.535-05:00

You betrayed me by moving awayBut the truth isI'd do it if I couldFirst.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-90920872272962852242008-06-05T15:30:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:53:36.698-05:00

Everybody go aheadGo ahead and makeMake friends with beesThat way you don't get stung.And then you can have some fun.Don't steal their honeyDon't swat them awayJust give them lots of tiny hugsHugs for bugs.You can scrape your kneesAnd everyone will say"You can see he'sMade friends with bees."King of bees?Oh, please.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-71866824372422719012008-06-01T21:49:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:53:12.039-05:00

Sugar, how hard it is toStay mad at you & yourMenstrual bloodWhen I look into your pretty, pretty eyes.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-22114738942246402722008-05-04T10:15:00.002-05:002009-10-01T15:53:01.214-05:00

Collect the tickets and tell everyoneI'm going to put on a show.Gather all the water, kidAnd let it engulf my lungs.I should say goodbye to many thingsWomen, art and oxygenAnd hope the best with what's left overDreamingHopingI'm lonesome.I'm lonesome all the time.Take me to my muse and bury meInside her, my killerYeahBury me at seaAnd that'll be the last of me.{for dennis}

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-45877202692029069062008-03-24T12:11:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:52:43.608-05:00

Darling mountainSweet little hillMy legs climbed past rainbows and jagged treesBleeding, broken branches in my feetWatermelon seeds in my heartOrgans pumping past foreign mysteriesI've been to the top beforeBut this one is much higher in the air.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-40269638587045594152008-02-22T20:02:00.002-06:002009-10-01T15:52:32.816-05:00

Whenever I get to see youIt's like staring into the sun(The good kind I mean)One time you were drunk and you kissed me on the lipsAnd I couldn't tell if it was an accident or if it was on purposeI really hoped you wanted it because it felt reallyWarm - Soft - Moist - PerfectEven though it tasted like cheap beer and exhaustion.After you did it, I debated if I should pull you in and just lay it all

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-45878136872836738152008-02-21T17:01:00.001-06:002009-10-01T15:52:20.217-05:00

Hey, hey, heyHow have you been?I miss your faceLet's plant some seedsAnd hold hands while we walk into the oceanTo wash the past awayAnd maybe possibly drown in the current.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-7312945416203002302008-02-06T16:22:00.001-06:002009-10-01T15:52:07.724-05:00

Dear [name],Your face just isn't the same:Your skin is meltingAnd your eyes are vintage snapshotsYour mouth is a projection screenWith a film I loaded up back in the seventiesGrainy fluff, lip synced scripting and sloppy blockingOpen up:Eat rainbowsCough coloursChoke brightDon't die.Forever,[brown hair, blue eyes, 5"10, sexual, hand holding, friendship, charade]

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-81151064829340819212008-01-18T00:54:00.001-06:002009-10-01T15:51:52.007-05:00

The scene:2AM on the worst day of your lifeThe streets smell of stale sex and murderIt's raining; the drops hit your skin like falling ashesThe sky is on fireThe lake is on fireYour eyes are on fire.Up ahead there is a car crashIt's passengers were fucking in the backseatOf a vehicle with no driverThey're deadYou're probably deadThis is the worst day of your life.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-66458108506523231292008-01-07T18:50:00.001-06:002009-10-01T15:51:38.622-05:00

You should take breaths in between talking about yourself.{recently unearthed and changed up a bit, originally written circa 2002.}

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-88306239653243800022007-12-16T17:20:00.001-06:002009-10-01T15:51:28.832-05:00

When this all startedWe used to kiss with our eyes closedAnd nowWe both keep one eye openTo make sure one of usIsn't trying to stab the other in the back.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-64298656629038163382007-12-16T00:56:00.001-06:002009-10-01T15:51:18.466-05:00

If you call the woods,I can call the fire.It was thereThat I sawA deer through the treesIt sipped from the lakeAnd ran off full of knowledgeAnd water.I got the feelingThe lights would blind meWhen we got home.So I brushed away the snowListened to the crackle of the flameAnd waited for her.She came up to me from behindAnd put her hands on my chestHer skinWas as soft as the untouchable airThat

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-55143178411452367882007-12-14T09:48:00.001-06:002009-10-01T15:51:05.046-05:00

No one intends to cutHoweverThey will alwaysLeave a mark behindBut every scar is a mapLeading to what is specialAbout youI suggest you follow itLeave behind the martyr you've becomeAnd get your feet off the fucking ground.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-58405263435378197172007-11-24T18:33:00.001-06:002009-10-01T15:50:54.939-05:00

I am a sharkBiting heads and sinking shipsLicking blood and breaking bodiesYou know why your girlfriend didn't come home last night?She was getting her heart ripped out by me.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-75230658908538089762007-11-21T13:57:00.002-06:002009-10-01T15:50:09.987-05:00

Hey crooked teethDo you thinkThat we ever could haveGrown tomatoesIn your sore spine of an apartmentThat isBent over,andPolite about the pain?We could have sipped on hot soupAnd laughed by the heaterBlankets can't kill the cold,But they can at least break its toes.Maybe if I refused to drive you toThe job that made your blood boil and bubbleWe could have curled up by our faux fireplaceAnd I

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-14609096370311206072007-11-21T13:56:00.001-06:002009-10-01T15:49:38.926-05:00

I broke my eyes in my sleepWill the world be kind today, now that I can't see through it?

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-59476977169998551612007-11-12T23:39:00.001-06:002009-10-01T15:49:23.877-05:00

Would you pet a beastEven if it might bite you?Just don't stare into it's eyesIt's too revealing.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-43699135228946416062007-11-10T12:59:00.002-06:002009-10-01T16:19:14.641-05:00

I am art,And he is not.I am a peach,And he is not.I may have a pit for a heartBut it is buried deep under layers of sweet, subtle delight.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-80509618243806670512007-11-08T01:08:00.002-06:002009-10-01T15:48:53.147-05:00

I had a question for youHow do you sleep at night?You may change your looks but deep down you're still the sameTrade art for fashion, reality for fictionMaybe this was all bigger than you and meMaybe it'll outlive us bothGoodbye lady anchorYour baby doll lips can shudder all they'd likeI ran once, I can run againJump ship and get busyI can stumble fast away from your whistling of a funeral

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-54532172690455866862007-11-04T01:02:00.002-05:002009-10-01T16:13:34.991-05:00

Little BananaNude in the oceanGolden flowers in your hairYou won't find love in the waterThe only thing you'll catchIs a cold.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-60128062922784779972007-11-01T01:45:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:57:27.799-05:00

She says "Slow down, let's talk about this." I think there's nothing to say. We're going in circles, and I swear I've seen that same street sign six times already. "You must be cold", I tell her. You should put on your sweater. You wanted to drive, but I didn't want to hear the wrong songs. And I know that this is the goodbye that happened too late. I'll try to try to speed it up. "It's too bad"

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-20713157409653770742007-10-29T20:22:00.002-05:002009-10-01T15:57:32.619-05:00

Across from meHe tears at a napkinAcross from himShe itches her elbowAcross from herIs meA dinosaur in conversation, a baby in existingThere's too much dinner on the table, we're all full.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-9275336183661438492007-10-22T14:47:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:46:46.217-05:00

Danger boys and killer girlsMaking out with laptops licking between their thighs"Get the camera, get your cell phoneWe can't start fucking until there's been proof!"Pop your pills or snort your pleasuresDo your hair in the reflection of a one night stand's cumPick your vintage dress up out of the sweet sweat of regret free lustFashion, fucking and fun - the new religionScream it from the hills

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-88420274789191569872007-10-21T11:51:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:46:16.566-05:00

You never uncross your legsAnd it's all I ever think of.Your skinIs the smoothest, softest egg shell.Why can't I crack you?I taught you in a classAnd everyone got an A+.{for amber}

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-22302229258023760622007-10-14T21:20:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:46:05.577-05:00

A scarf choked your neckWhile you watched me collecting firewoodFrom the windowThe kids are asleep and the dog is resting by the fireShe got me high while the house was warm enoughTo undressI'll taste the salt from your skinYou can put a flower in my mouthLet's not get routineBecause it's going to be a long winter.{inspired by rb}

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-24055978618107243702007-10-09T23:11:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:45:15.404-05:00

I hid in the back seat of your carUnderneath the dirt and the sweatYou drove through states to see that "someone borrowed, someone new"He salutes as he removes your shirtAnd the stereo sang"Who's in your heart is not always who's in your bed"He kisses your neck, I kissed your handHe is your lover, and your love is just your friend.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-37551224104948150542007-10-07T19:46:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:45:03.860-05:00

Last night I curled up with your blanketAnd dreamt I biked to your townI brought you the clouds and rested them against your cheekI kissed your foreheadAnd headed back to wake up alone.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-8977263574477441682007-10-02T19:52:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:44:51.617-05:00

Oh Stephanie came to the riverTo search for loveShe heard it's on an islandA whole coast awayHere she has been swimming in circlesBeing thrown aroundShe is an autumn leafWho's aging, dying and being ripped apartThere are too many hands on her rough skinIt is sink or swimOh Stephanie you must come to the riverAnd find your love across the way.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-70222355961556023662007-09-27T10:34:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:44:39.438-05:00

I woke up to whiskey fingertips on hushed lipsThe carpet I slept onWas cleanExcept for the cigarette ashes and spilled beerOver the yearsWe create history in our floorsFor others to wake up on.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-13399941245975234092007-09-22T08:51:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:44:29.196-05:00

Last night I was looking through my closetWhen I found a bag full of your stuffThere was that Valentine's Day card you paintedAnd a note you wrote me the first time I left.Do you still have anything of mine?Is that ring with the heart on your finger,Or it it rusting in your drawer?Have you worn those shoes I bought you,Or are they collecting dust in a box?Your fingers used to dance all over my

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-19896046625700408222007-09-14T10:04:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:44:17.644-05:00

We sat in the basementListening to the songs your grandfather sang along toYou told me we're living a novel;We're only playing the partAnd our words were merely fictionI kissed you on the cheekAnd departed to start my autobiography.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-85909590188849059632007-09-11T17:02:00.002-05:002009-10-01T15:44:04.587-05:00

Please.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-53348104838640810152007-09-10T20:41:00.002-05:002009-10-01T15:43:50.753-05:00

He wrote me down and spoke my wordsSung my songs and let out my melodiesYou do a better job at being me than I.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283705.post-71718199752592874292007-09-10T20:35:00.001-05:002009-10-01T15:43:39.548-05:00

On one end of the hall wasYou: laughing, crying and pointing. I could see the dirt in your fingernails and the despair in your dirty looks.On the other end of the hall, well that'sMe: empty, floating and sinking. You could see my shoes are full of feet and secrets.What ever are we to do? There you are and here am I.There is so muchOxygenBetween us.All I want to do is kiss your fucking lips off.

Joey Gantnernoreply@blogger.com0