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#22: American Affection

This is the ending of ‘Alias Intact.’ Thank you so much for listening & reading. Happy writing to you.


4 AM in Colonial town
Nazi’s hit the memorial fountain
I consider my American affection
Early nineties neon
Family ice cream at Magic Mountain

Of the bibliographic constellations
In our gray illumination
Our common prayer
A repeated incantation
Our pledge of allegiance
A monotone statement

And when is our final paper due?
Deconstructing a
Three word
English term
I love you

1. I want a one-beer buzz
To feel less severe
Life was so much softer
With your whisper
In my ear

2. I want to feel young
Before this pitiful reveal
When your body
And my body
Came alive
Through feel

Its winter now
And will be next year too
Like all the lies
They sold us
Will never be true

The euphoria’s fleeting
When uploaded into a machine
We had a heartfelt investment
To teach our machine
More beautiful dreams



#21: Under the red, white & blue

I made the decision
To love you
In a hellfire of jet fuel
Amid the dust of two towers
Protected by military rule

I made the decision
To love you
During the battle of Antietam
In formation with a bachelor orphan
Asking me to grieve him

I made the decision
To love you
During the first desert storm
When we screwed in our gas masks
Atop the clothes our bodies


And so we wander together
Beyond the moon’s gaze
Beneath the tree line
Between the lamp-light
Through the park’s maze
And so with my boy hands
I gently caress your face
It’s really been decades
Since the bottom
Of that spiral staircase
And you remind me
I’m dreaming
That I will soon
Be awake
We’ve been over
Whether it was right or
A mistake
It doesn’t matter

I made the decision
To love you
In the shadow of Plymouth Rock
While secretly practicing witchcraft
Which we will never stop

I made the decision
To love you
Sipping Sangaree in Yorktown
Perfect drunk and delirious
Waving my round hat around

I made the decision
To love you
After the republic was gone
Because there can never be another you
And there will always be another Babylon


I made the decision
To love you (x2)
I made the decision (x3)
To love you (x3)
To love you (x3)
Love you love you (x3)

#20: Intimate Secrecy

It’s a casting call
For the bourgeois
My motivation’s alienation
Expressed demographically

Assigned a file
On destiny
A subject in denial
Like we’re meant to be

Well I want to find
The right leather gloves for me
I’m going to blindfold you
So I can finally see

Concrete never sleeps
Does it turn you on?
It turns me on
Our intimate secrecy

In the meeting
The boss said we’re a team
I’m a sense-maker
On a cheap salary

I’m just lucky to be here
We talk about TV
Before we burrow underground
For our next place to be

Well I’m in a bind
Too many promises to keep
Gonna gag your mouth
So I can finally speak
Does it turn you on?
It turns me on
Our intimate secrecy

The price we pay
For pleasure’s
A step too steep
Does it turn me on?
It turns me on
Our secret intimacy

#19: The Architecture of You

Inside the neon dream
Beside the fantasy of all I’ve seen
The architecture of you eludes me
Under the purchased scene
Where propaganda plays for both teams
The catacombs of you call to me
Within the white screen
Sanctifying the machine
The mirage of you dissatisfies me

Hey, you’re gone
And did I know you?
Hey, time is a bomb
And if I loved you, did I show you?

Where did we go wrong?
We lived on drink and song all summer long
And bliss was ours
How was I to know?
It was the part of the show
Where the lovers aren’t allowed to know
So the audience feels power
Over characters with desires
Desires with reasons
Reasons with conditions
Conditions with consequences
Consequences with questions

Hey, you’re gone
And did I know you?
Hey, time is a bomb
And if I loved you, did I show you

Stay, stay, stay
Never leave
You can’t leave me
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you

#18: Floyd Patterson

Ready to brawl
Took a standing eight count
You can’t knock me out
I won’t allow it

I know I’m wrong
To seek sweet vengeance
But its just business
My endowment

The contender today
Can be champ tomorrow
And the champ yesterday
Hits the canvas harder

On my own
After getting knocked out
You left no doubt
We’re a split decision

Posing as unknown
Fake beard and sunglasses
I’m badly beaten
But I’m not finished

Well I’ve been fighting
And I’ve been winning
And I am gunning
To be champ for the third time
I’m not your villain
Just a gentleman
You can go to hell
If you think something’s wrong
With me getting mine

They don’t exist
When my opponent and I
Are fitted with gloves
Baby it broke my heart
When you spoke of revolution
As if it were bigger than
Our love

Wish I knew
The right words
But fighting’s what I do
Though I had to fight
For everything I got
I never wanted to
Fight you

The contender today
Can be champ tomorrow
And the champ yesterday
Hits the canvas harder

#17: Reasons to Try

Comes a time
In anyone’s life
When they need to know more
Than wrong or right

No borrowed reason
From a prophet’s quill
Performed as ritual
Expressed as will

Life can’t find me
In the anonymity
Of amnesia city
I become a body
Renting my memory
To clarify
Reasons to try

It’s for every marriage
That seemed sensible
Every neurosis
Every lover
Pining for a friend
Every dream come true
Better in pretend

Every poet
Silenced by shame
Every entertainer
Devoured by fame
Every illusion
Sustaining a believer
Every reality
Enslaving the dreamer

You can find me
In the virgin country
Known as memory
You were a suffragette
Renting my body
To clarify
Reasons to try

For every poor child
Hungry in a ghetto
Every jetsetter
Considering suicide in a chateau
Every practitioner
Seeking enlightenment
Every great mind
Stymied by entitlement

Every single mother
Working overtime
Every inmate
Consumed by a culture of crime
Every kind soul
Willing to give back
Every widow
Feeling the lack

Comes a time
In a person’s life
Comes a time
In a person’s life

#16: Rapunzel

Well it was forty-five
Past midnight
The bouncers had just
Ended a fight
You materialize
In the stage-light
Sit at the piano
And plink That’s Life

I swear you appear to be
A mirage to me
Wearing an Arabian dress
And rosary beads
With a pink guitar pick
Between your teeth
Playing like falling rain
Patient certainty

Then you spit the pick
In the palm of your hand
And stride over
To the microphone stand
Tune the house guitar
Strum This Land is Your Land
Singing your own lyrics
About Afghanistan

1.Hey Rapunzel
Come down
From your tower
Return to me
At this witching hour
Sing to me
Your song of tender power
I need you

You sing like a volcano
Erupting honey
Lyrics raw
Concerning blood money
Your closing line
Eurydice can judge me
You put me in tune
With my heartbeat

Well I approach the stage
After your set
You’re like lightening up there
What can I expect?
I’m just a thin white man
You could see as a threat
But you’re convivially curious
All you want’s a drink and a friend

Well we talk until
Its thirty past three
You, the bartender, and me
A holy trinity
I ask for a date tomorrow
Please be free
Let’s talk forever about
Religion, death, and comedy

2. Hey Rapunzel
May I have
Your address?
I didn’t get your number
And I must confess
Without your voice
I am under duress
I need you

Well her eyes turned down
And she calmly explained
She lives in a tower
And can only descend for a stage
If there’s no stage
She evaporates
It was the bargain she made
To reverse her fate

I ask Fred the bartender
If he slipped us some LSD
He said come on now
I’m a man of dignity
She left her tip
Said I knew you wouldn’t believe me
I always get your admiration
I never have your sympathy

She doesn’t say goodbye
Just departs immediately
And I’m still fumbling for an apology
Not thinking expediently
I’m trailing her silhouette
Shouting please, wait for me
And when I get to the sidewalk
I only see the indifferent city

3. Hey Rapunzel
I built a stage
In the middle of Washington Square
And now the skaters can’t skate
Nor can the folkies and junkies
Until you re-animate
I need you

She’s such a knockout talent
And she actually talked to me
But now she’s gone and I’m just staring
At this family of gutter leaves
Dancing and swirling
Then falling in the breeze
Performing for that moment
Before retiring for eternity

All these nights I search
But haven’t found her again
Walking uptown to down
From Silvana to the Bitter End
If I could have believed
Or made myself pretend
I know she was real
The prophesized amend

All the while dreaming
About us on a fire escape
Her hair between my fingers
Upon her back a starry cape
Then we hold each other close
And simply fly away
Above the bodies and the buildings
This city of love and hate

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