by Chris Hosea
There’s no survivors School’s out I need release
yeah baby oooh So drunk And I need favors
I’m taking everything the turnstiles
the courthouse’s double-breast
the practice room the rose-covered floats the tokens and stamps
the Smashing Pumpkins the sharks their Vespas the plane
the pulse the traffic the road the drumstick the cinema stars
the fake oil-burning lamps the lines, open shutters, and the leaves
the war the city the grapevine the top of the Shasta Gulch
the hills of Beverly the horses and break-up divorces
the bottom of the Tahoe Lake the gum smacks the face the picture
the plane down the plane down the plane down
the driver the jam kids the ground the looks
the dance faction the plane down the plane down the plane down
the rock and roll era The street the queen of a canceled Pasadena
the foothills of my pride Let me sleep it off I need to sleep
I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep
I need to sleep I need to sleep
I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep
I would hope you see her face survivors
There are no spikes and plugs on their faces
Stone Temple Pilots Dad they broke me, dad, they broke me
Their throats are filled with the slow, sick, sucking part of me
sand waste concrete wedding rings psychedelic credit
Pull out their plugs Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down Hit the plane down
No one but myself to blame Chewin’ myself with my hand
Hand me your pawn shop home arks Jasper’s skinny arms
grandmother’s advice a milligram up my sleeve
it’s the way I’m living, right or wrong it’s straight and narrow
Back right now I know you don’t have wings
tie me up I deserve absolutely nothing they will agree
I need a in the elegant boats Then I would settle down
when I suck in kisses, it’s ours and she won’t let me break you out
That’s what they made my hero say
She won’t let you know that I need a right to touch her
’Cause it’s secret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret
is it a crisis or a boring change why won’t you let me?
Hey, you gotta pay I’m taking over the scene
I’ve Got you all up my sleeve
snort it up or shoot it down
You’re never going to feel free
I’m taking over your life
asked nicely I don’t have no function
You’ve done me favors ’cause I’m your neighbor
Hit down I buried you bachelors Hit the plane down
just humming my skateboard the night
It’s a special one, it’s made of gold
Back right now Lost in deltas and rivers
Down in Santa Rosa and over the bay across to LA
After the glow, the scene, I’ve been wasted for the last word
Well you greet Underneath shame about your family
Fly fly fly fly fly fly fly
My my my my my my my
Nature When cut it free Last words come up
ignored soul Go back to Heaven dream, dream
Never believe in what you wanna do
Did you say I know everybody wants to put you down
Write it on a postcard Because I’m rushing to feel you
It’s a brand new era but it came too late
You film hack, I don’t use your fade
in the August sun in the falling rain
but there’s one thing I’ll never forget
I don’t remember a word but I don’t care
I care, I really don’t care
and they’re coming to the chorus now
got you up got you up got you up got you up
Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
there’s no survivors
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SONGS FOR A COUNTRY DRIVE
1.
reach for a passenger side handle
the forest it stops it now
out of car morrow marked on drained device
to stay Tuesday roll in back
seat all knotted shirts
from plants that billow
and embellish the trail’s
rest area tale of diet cola warnings
warming skin within
her argument sudden but not understanding it
whispers false show sawdust seen
tracked upon arrival in country
house memory goes below river party talk
an original pair on wheels
they like each other are like
spreading fluids over them
selves attractive so to
sing to move
all guests
gone
2.
this in site of a great thinker’s homestead too
worried by work to picnic they find a visor left
stitched neatly with palm trees and the name
of a holiday town mostly rubbed
out with use
shining it brown yellows break through rainbows
the acrylic piping
nobody went near
empty trash buckets
there where the visor fell
why they that stopped before couldn’t bend
bound to an acceptable ever-present position
some stranger on the web forgave you
for give up fighting cause
the state was not after all in any way
a grand scheme of things
it was nowhere to be forgotten
3.
away the light fuses keeps on
the road faces dangling
swinging censor-
ed digital memory method
so the viewer can’t say who was
there only when standing
a round of water
stories not over asked for
complicated maps clubs conspire
for getting an escaped youth
victim of a new century of
slapping sense into prophets
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that afternoon in the park corner the man was just dripping
footnotes in proper style
have the floor to dance four more
color strikes flashes
cymbals collapsing into nothing vitals
like speeding out of tunnels
as the rationale for mountain
network collapse stops making the news
4.
whose voice the commodore doubled back
little charmer in pajamas chewing wildflowers snapped
in hidden uncle’s visiting lens
tumbler cradled in hitch of tennis elbow
so to be turned out from what mending
time and the elements precipitate in
a ride inside whatever winds throw
for stinging stretches never to know
you would not once put your finger on that string of
desert highway given to sad sacks making an ass
of what got many this far
hysterically dour
a fortunate error
now wanting doubts as to
how it sounds outside one long gone head
5.
so hot piece of far to go
blue then mixed then
voices in the car aren’t ours
so much can be done in
a studio it takes the entirety of outer space to absorb
when he put his face in the vase
crying crayon on the walls
not seen every day
to think it is enough
to press buttons
to know where people come from
in rooms in Brazil you
read what the caption says
and who would you be to guess
otherwise pull
the safety blanket
over your head and say some
smart words about
the last ten books you read
6.
to be perfectly clear it means smiles
impossible raindrops keep falling into
eyes listing for the pause before applause
staring at atmospheres heavy like tons of
bricks clicking down around you auditor yon auditor you
remember when she said this feeling like home
wireless light become orange
and there was hearing again and again and listening
going out and getting on
the subway
out to the end of the line
to go down to where the ships would get
wet if there are ships and I’ve been told if there is a riptide
you let it take you
out and then on
a diagonal you
swim back
