On Hotohori

Think it no more.
For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
In thews and bulk, but as this temple waxes,
The inward service of the mind and soul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
And no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
The virtue of his will. But you must fear,
His greatness weighed, his will is not his own.
For he himself is subject to his birth.

Hamlet, Act 1 Scene 3 14-21

Night Visitor

Night sweat, hard breathing.
Agate moonlight shed through the window,
as the outlaw, white-throated, in a white
shirt with rolled sleeves
strokes the boy's sleeping shoulder.

He lifts the boy and holds him
sheetless, nude. The boy tastes Dillinger's
mouth, the fleshed inner lip, the tongue,
the zinc-taste of warm water.
"Take me!" the boy pleads.
The creaking is the roof's wind,
the bronze spittle of the home.

--Robert Peters, from "What Dillinger Meant to Me."

memorabilia
by Trent Reznor

(what do your nipples look like)

wherever i go
i take a little piece of you
i collect
i reject
photographs i took of you

well times i passed through
so many faces
so many places
i have got to have a memory
i have never been there
i have never had you

i can't remember
give me your reminder
i collect
i reject

memorabilia
(now girl..only it's flavor..bow down here)

keychains and snowstorms
the taste of your sweat
the look in your eye
i have been inside you
i know what it feels like
(wet as it is..the whiter the honey)
i collect
i reject

memorabilia
(goodies come in here all day)

give me your reminder
i can't remember
i collect
i reject
memorabilia

Haunted from said CD, by Poe
for Kourin, Tasuki and Jadeite... Totemo ai shiteru...

Ba da pa pa ba da pa pa...
Come here
Pretty please
Can you tell me where I am
You won't you say something
I need to get my bearings
I'm lost
And the shadows keep on changing

And I'm haunted
By the lives that I have loved
And actions I have hated
I'm haunted
By the lives that wove the web
Inside my haunted head

Ba da pa pa ba da pa pa...

Don't cry,
There's always a way
Here in November in this house of leaves
We'll pray
Please, I know it's hard to believe
To see a perfect forest
Through so many splintered trees
You and me
And these shadows keep on changing

And I'm haunted
By the lives that I have loved
And actions I have hated
I'm haunted
By the promises I've made
And others I have broken
I'm haunted
By the lives that wove the web
Inside my haunted head

Hallways... always

I'll always love you
I'll always need you
I'll always want you

And I will always miss you

Ba da pa pa ba da pa pa...

Come here
No I won't say please
One more look at the ghost
Before I'm gonna make it leave
Come here
I've got the pieces here
Time to gather up the splinters
Build a casket for my tears

I'm haunted
(By the lives that I have loved)
I'm haunted
(By the promises I've made)
I'm haunted
By the hallways in this tiny room
The echos there of me and you
The voices that are carrying this tune

Ba da pa pa...