Mr. and Mrs. Everyone

SO since writing has been a definite no-go as of late for myself, and this hasn't been updated in a while, here is some music with some very good lyrics (at least, I find them eerily fitting).This is Eric Ayotte. I'm putting it on here because it is one of those songs that when I listen to it I think 'fuck, I wish I wrote these lyrics because they're exactly what I feel'....but I guess that is just good music. Anyway, enjoy.


We Savages (Dancing for Our Lives)

We too are a merciless and resolute people
you’d never know it by the way
we’re dancing for our lives

our crooked feet don’t confess the skulls
we’ve trampled or filled
with wine and ideas despite ourselves
best intentions

our hips are actors
swiveling too drunk ballerinas
though we know them to be the ball
and socket machines at heart

our smiles are liars like all
great smiles throughout history
tight-lipped for the too-sharp teeth
that would give anything to say

“Stop, don't do it--she's the wrong woman,
he's the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do.”

We’re a merciless but resolute people
and my feet are too tired to dance.


"I can't trust the light"

It reads like something lame you wrote in grade five. Like the first time you tried to prove that you were intelligent, or that you at least understood symbolism, or maybe you probably didn't even want to write it. Literally it means that it keeps burning my exposed skin even after layers of sunscreen have been applied, and after employees keep assuring everything will be okay (at least after the sunscreen is lathered on.) And the only symbolism would be equally lame and expected: that I can't trust happiness because it comes with a sensitivity ...yet quite literally, to sunlight. Thus, the two have somehow combined. The literal and figurative. Like when I told you father's day didn't exist this year but gave you a figurative reason as to why it didn't-because it was a figment -because I thought I knew, but it turns out even I was wrong.And like how everytime someone says "I love you" I don't actually hear it, not because they didn't say it but because I can't ever believe it in any literal sense-so I get all overheated and flakey like a sunburn
Today? sunburned. but because a side-effect, not because who I am had anything to do with it. I can't trust the light, and I can't always anticipate its burning effects, because I've never known it to be anything real. And maybe I should have just moved across the country like she did. But even then I probably couldn't trust it, it's not as though she ever properly explained it-and I'm burning myself here to find where symbolism ends and literally caring about all this damaged skin begins.


Luckiest Girl in the World

My Mother is fifty tonight so I take her out
for dinner and free cake
four cups of coffee and silence to replace a feeling
of hunger when she says,
“I was so terribly lonely I went back
to Atikokan, because I missed Greg.”
Sparkler burns on the cake and she takes it off
one gold star for the drop-out tonight.

Her oldest son is missing
replaced and repossessed
by something strung out and asking for money
to be transferred so he can get off the phone
“iloveyougoodbye, etc.”
and coughing in the background
tells her he’s not alone
but no surprises there.

The Husband dropped in to have a piece of cake
candles this time no gold stars
“you’d like these guys.”
he says as he’s leaving
blood still under his fingernails
because the invitation was never really there
and she’d rather have a bath anyways.

I put away the dishes for her
boil the kettle while she disappears
for a moment
coming back just to say
“thank you for making today so special.”

my mother is the luckiest girl in the world.