tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25197547409649862082024-02-08T10:27:02.418-08:00Danielle Ate the SandwichDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-40732160248565961572009-04-15T21:59:00.000-07:002009-04-15T22:01:35.102-07:00We Are Hot DogsTwisting and turning<br />We are hot dogs<br />Twirling on top<br />Of gas station grills<br /><br />Made from the skin<br />And bones of pig<br />We glisten softly<br />And simmer in heat<br /><br />We roll side by side<br />Our shoulders touch<br />Use Ketchup and mustard<br />To cover us up<br /><br />And I can’t recall a feeling better than this<br /><br />Summer slowed down<br />To speed my pulse up<br />We wandered sidewalks<br />Moon light held us<br /><br />We sat on benches<br />We sang our songs<br />We stayed up all night<br />Then we went home<br /><br />And I can’t recall a feeling better than this<br /><br />We stood on concrete<br />Strangers saw us<br />They said in our eyes<br />We looked in love<br /><br />And I can’t recall a feeling better than this<br /><br />Sweet and Sour<br />Rough and ripe<br />Flavors tasted<br />On summer nights<br /><br />And I can’t recall a feeling better than this<br /><br />I’ve got ten fingers<br />I have ten toes<br />Yours softly sweeping<br />My neck and my nose<br /><br />Twisting and turning<br />We are hot dogs<br />Twirling on top<br />Of blankets too hot<br /><br />And I can’t recall a feeling better than thisDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-3260514079593127082009-04-15T21:56:00.000-07:002009-04-15T21:57:52.643-07:00Things We Have in CommonHer father was an astronaut and all the other things<br />The little boys dreamed about<br />Staring at the ceiling, laying on their backs and bellies<br />Caught up in the season, playing on the front porch swinging<br />Baseballs in the back lots, talking words that don’t have meanings<br />Her father was an astronaut<br /><br />Her father was a cowboy riding towards the big sun setting<br />Bullets in the bad guys Beans around the campfire singing<br />Tunes about the old trails, talking words that don’t have meanings<br />Her father was a cowboy<br /><br />In my sleep my hair grows<br />It’s hard to keep these things we have in common anymore<br /><br />Her father was a prostitute<br />Selling his own body to men across the business table<br />Out to make an offer, talking words that don’t have meaning<br />Her father was a prostitute<br /><br />In the rainstorm windshield wipers<br />Steer the fates of the car drivers<br />I am putting all my faith in these doors keeping<br />All my secrets safe and warm<br /><br />It’s not certain whether you are right or you are wrong<br />It’s not certain whether plane tickets will break my fall<br />But I’m hoping that sitting next to the telephone twisting<br />Cords will keep me until the time you call<br /><br />Her father was a Casanova<br />Her father was a palindrome<br />Her father was a picture taker<br />Her father held the head of the woman that he loved in his own hands<br /><br />Her blood is yours, her blood is mine<br />And we will burst inside these borders, clinging tight to these ideas<br />But it’s hard to keep these things we have in common anymoreDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-70679281654695112092009-04-15T21:53:00.001-07:002009-04-15T22:06:36.068-07:00On the Planet Earth<div>In a note pad, in my living room<br />There are words you wrote not long ago<br />And if you leave me, and we don’t exchange each other's things<br />I will keep them and pretend they were about me<br /><br />In the closet, there are your clothes hanging there<br />In the cupboard the food is how you left it<br />In the freezer the frozen pizzas pine along with me<br />And so we wait for you to come home<br /><br />In a factory in small Midwestern town<br />There are women waiting for you there<br />And they are sexy and they know more about comic books than me<br />And when you’re gone I worry that they’ve found you<br /><br />They are over 6 billion people on the planet earth, I am one you are another<br />And every second that we spend together brings us closer to<br />Where we will end up<br /><br />In the toy aisle of some department store<br />I will wait there expecting you to show<br />And if you don’t come, I will start a conversation with myself<br />And even when you’re gone you are well spoken<br /><br />If you don’t come back to me this time<br />If you don’t come back to me now<br /> </div>Danielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-55949633483650163032009-04-15T21:43:00.000-07:002009-04-15T21:46:32.622-07:00The WandererThe curtains have been closed, I am cold still<br />When hunters blow their smoke into the hills<br />And the pretty girls pick pine cones, In the white fields<br />And I am wide eyed waiting for you<br /><br />So Mother mind the your words<br />These are young ears built to feast on what it is they hear<br />Mother don’t be cruel<br />If you are looking, a good man will whip himself in front of you<br /><br />Win or lose, He will be there for you<br />And he will call you by your first name<br />Win or lose, I cannot comfort you<br />Anymore than my touch can tell<br /><br />The lungs that I could long for<br />Are heaving hearts full of<br />Empty books on wood shelves starving<br />And the mouths that speak the good word<br />I am not good for because I tasted the fruit when it was ripe<br /><br />So I will wash my hands clean of these things<br />And I will lick my lips and you will look but you can’t touch<br />And you will go on stalwart fighting for your causes<br />And I will go on stalwart counting all my loses<br /><br />I am just as good as the ones who<br />Stand in the street and beg for mercy<br />Unlock your cellar door and let loose the demons<br />You keep within the belly of your beast<br /><br />Win or lose, He will be there for you<br />And he will call you by your first name<br />Win or lose, I cannot comfort you<br />Anymore than my touch can tellDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-8524109081842970312009-04-15T21:41:00.000-07:002009-04-15T21:43:53.592-07:00The Patriotism of ReincarnationI could be the flag<br />bragging red, white and blue<br />hanging overt and unnecessary<br />On a pole above the car dealership in your home town<br /><br />I could be the airplane<br />Flying 10,000 feet above the ground<br />Skipping on the wind like children on the playground pavement<br />I could be the seat cushion you cling to when you crash<br /><br />Reincarnation<br />Doesn’t seem half bad a plan, a plan<br /><br />I could be the push pin<br />Stuck in the corkboard holding up a picture from your youth<br />I could be a bedspread<br />draped cautiously collecting dust in the guest room<br /><br />Reincarnation<br />Doesn’t seem half bad a plan, a plan<br /><br />So we speak our peace and wipe our noses<br />We dig the holes and carve the tombstones<br />Offering comfort in a hand on shoulder<br />Still no one knows now, where he will go<br /><br />I could be the worm in the apple<br />I could be the axe that chopped the cherry tree<br />I could be the glass of water on your bed side table<br />I could be any person place or thing you make of me<br /><br />Reincarnation<br />Doesn’t seem half bad a plan, a plan<br />Reincarnation<br />Make me anything you canDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-10657467409064241832009-04-15T21:39:00.000-07:002009-04-15T21:41:07.382-07:00SandboxesWe were young then<br />We balanced sidewalks<br />We were cool then and dripping wet<br />With our lack of common sense<br />Your mother measured how tall<br />Those marks on walls were worth their weight in gold<br /><br />We were heavy<br />Tree branches couldn’t hold us<br />Teasing curfew we bought time<br />For the time being<br />We thought we knew the difference between<br />Swallowed whole and running reckless<br /><br />And so he tasted<br />Your skin in sandboxes<br />And so he spread you flat on the ground<br />Like a blanket<br /><br />And we walked the wrong ways and<br />Talked thick words<br />In thin places<br /><br />I sat on his bedspread<br />He played his father’s James Taylor records<br />My head full of “this is the end of my life as I know it”<br />These words, this room, this man, these piano hands<br /><br />Now our scattered<br />Correspondence<br />Will be keeping<br />me from clinging to you<br /><br />we were young then<br />we were childish<br />carving peepholes<br />from our pupilsDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-68559007071191943962009-04-15T21:37:00.000-07:002009-04-15T21:39:33.773-07:00Ode to OptophobiaIf I were a sailor would you love me?<br />If I were a banker would you care?<br />If I knew how to drive a bulldozer,<br />Would you let me drive you around town, (destroying all the landscapes?)<br /><br />If yes let’s meet in the morning<br />Halloween is not far away<br />And I could be anything you wanted<br />The magic word is every word just say it<br /><br />If I learned to juggle would you keep me?<br />Or take me to fancy parties in the spring<br />All the guests overstuffed with defrosted crab cakes<br />Would whisper “hush, hush, what a pretty little thing. (and I would be for you)<br /><br />If yes, let’s meet in the morning<br />And race the cars before they go to work<br />Take a ride in my’95 Crown Victoria<br />Bring your walkman because my cassette player’s broke<br /><br />If you peed your pants I’d still love you<br />If you wanted to be an astronaut you’d have my support<br />Like a jockstrap I would cling to your body<br />Lapping up the plastic pain if you ever got hurt<br /><br />If no, I’ll try again tomorrow<br />Cause I only have eyes for you<br />My prescription isn’t quite twenty-twenty<br />But you’re the only thing that’s focused in my view<br /><br />If you wasted you life on luck I would still love you.<br />If you got in a horse riding accident and I’d push your wheelchair<br />If you grew to be too old and scared to dream<br />I would whisper the wills of the things you once believed in (until you feel asleep)<br /><br />If no, then I’ll wait until you’re ready<br />And feed the fish until you come back home<br />When obsessed with a man what is a girl to do?<br />Then dress up cardboards cutouts and pretend they’re you (you make a fine dance partner)<br /><br />If yes, let’s meet in the morning<br />If no, I’ll see you soonDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-32809681937664328012009-04-15T21:35:00.000-07:002009-04-15T21:37:29.107-07:00Handsome GirlPretty girl pretty girl<br />You are softer than the sheets you lay upon<br />Handsome boy handsome boy<br />You are stronger than any man that’s come before you<br /><br />These are the words<br />They have chosen to mark you<br /><br />Pretty boy oh pretty boy<br />You are plumes of white smoke hanging in the sky<br />Handsome girl oh handsome girl<br />You are wide and built like bridges held on water<br /><br />These are the words<br />They have chosen to mark you<br />These are the words<br />They have chosen to choose you<br /><br />Pretty girl, pretty boy<br />Your tendons pull your weight like carpet rides<br />Handsome boy, handsome girl<br />We are both from the same place deep inside of her<br /><br />Covered in skin<br />We are, we are the same things<br />We touch in dark rooms, but I won’t tell you<br />What I am hiding up my sleeve<br /><br />Under my clothes, under my clothes<br />I am organs red and thin as paper dolls<br />Under my skin, under my skin<br />I am cul-de-sacs of mazes made to lose you in them<br /><br />These are the words<br />I have chosen to mark you<br />These are the words<br />And I have chosen to choose youDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-41516771942152456152009-04-15T21:31:00.000-07:002009-04-15T21:34:33.387-07:00Goodbye FrankieGoodbye Frankie,<br />You’re more of a lady than I’ll ever be<br />So come lay your blanket by the furnace<br />and I’ll tell you storie ssoft and warm, smooth and sweet<br /><br />Goodbye Frankie, if you leave, take me<br />oh Frankie I’m hot as a hash brown and begging<br />for something worth digging up once I bury it<br /><br />Francis, you know the right things to say<br />when you’re stuck like mud in an awkward situation<br />dressing for parties you’re daft as a debutante<br />and I’m hoping soon something is bound to rub off<br /><br />Someday I’ll wear sensible shoes and learn to tell<br />the right stories to impress the friends and parents of my boyfriend<br />but until then there’s you<br /><br />Goodbye Frankie, you know your rights from your wrongs<br />I’m trying to see the lines drawn, but I’m human<br />and reaching too far just to try and touch something new<br /><br />Francis, you are an angel underneath<br />all that hair and those eyes that can’t help but peek<br />at the biggest cake on the bakery shelf<br />No one's gonna help you, so you’ve got to help yourself<br /><br />Someday I will know it means to carry<br />two of the same chromosomes in my blood stream<br />the future looks far, but it looks sweet<br />won’t you taste it with me<br /><br />Goodbye Frankie, you’re such a lady<br />oh, Frankie, If you leave take me<br />I’m begging for something worth digging upDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-5612540230310257412009-04-15T21:28:00.000-07:002009-04-15T21:31:22.393-07:00GoneGone are all of the forests<br />Gone are all of the trees<br />Gone are all my grandparents<br />They were young, they were old and now they’re free<br /><br />Gone are all of the sparrows<br />Gone from the telephone wire<br />Gone is your baby brother<br />And in the morning you will wake and you’ll find peace<br /><br />You can run, but you can’t hide from<br />The train who’ll kill your first born children<br /><br />Gone are the advertisements<br />Gone are all the fast foods<br />Gone are the misconceptions<br />That you had any right or any chance to choose<br /><br />Gone is all of the money<br />Gone are all of your shoes<br />Gone is all of your shelter<br />You are free now, you have nothing left to lose<br /><br />You can run, but you can’t hide from<br />The train who’ll kill your first born children<br />I’m not sure why you’ve been searching<br />Because it’s unclear what is lurking<br />When you're gone<br /><br />No one know when you’re gone<br />She don’t even know<br />He don’t even know<br />No one knows where you will go when you’re gone<br /><br />Gone is all of the land<br />Gone is all of the sea<br />Gone are all our fore fathers<br />Gone is them, gone is those, gone is weDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-30445176203606374672009-04-15T21:25:00.000-07:002009-04-15T21:28:36.424-07:00When Will the WriterEngineer, engineer me<br />Tie the strings to lift the pulleys<br />Pull the elevators up and down<br />Climbing buildings, I am thinking of you now<br /><br />Engineer spin my worries<br />make a forest for yourself and then forge me<br />winter winds have been blowing cruel and cold<br />In my head I think things I’ll never know<br /><br />Engineer, please be truthful<br />Engineer, I’m no fool<br /><br />Engineer, he has frozen<br />All my limbs with his potions<br />I will drink your drug until I’m dry<br />You can catapult me anywhere you like<br /><br />Engineer use your equations<br />to solve the things I’ve not dared to<br />It seems to be, so very simple<br />when you are making math problems up in your head<br /><br />Engineer, calculate me<br />Use your numbers and your shapes to relate me<br />standing still, my gut and gullet growl<br />Soon or later April, come she will<br /><br />Engineer when will the writer lift his pen<br />I’ve been patient all yearDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-61419182622249396082009-04-15T21:22:00.000-07:002009-04-15T21:25:52.144-07:00EcosystemCarnivore, sink your teeth into the hills<br />hide your nose if you’re worried they’ll find you out<br />lick your lips clean of lambs meat and innocence<br />you are king of the creatures because you kill<br /><br />Herbivore, there are meadows and mall parking lots<br />full of luscious landscaped geraniums<br />wash your tongue in these waters you know so well<br />in the end you’ll be begging to bleed to death<br /><br />Amoeba, I need you<br />swimming so confident all alone in your test tube<br /><br />Parasite, you know you’re not welcome here<br />breaking windows and sneaking under the skin<br />You are last, in this circle the scientist made<br />to give names to the wild things that live in the woods<br /><br />Warrior, the bullets will bounce from your skin<br />Mix your medicine and feed the wounds of your men<br />Geronimo, they drove you off of your land<br />Caught and captured an animal, you died a man<br /><br />Oh Darwin, where are you?<br />We were fools to believe anything<br />other than what you wrote in your notebook<br /><br />Ashes to ashes, dust to dust<br />We were fools to believe anythingDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-43561967279063142252009-04-15T21:21:00.000-07:002009-04-15T21:22:51.334-07:00Conversations With Dead PeopleWhen I see you<br />Sitting in the restaurant<br />Counting complex carbohydrates<br />I will wonder where it was I knew you from<br /><br />I will give you my regards<br />When you turn to go<br />And in these final parting phrases<br />I will overanalyze the way your eyes moved slower than before<br /><br />Winter morning<br />In the parking lot of my apartment complex<br />I will be the first to force eye contact<br />These dashing darting deer in headlight looks are getting tired<br /><br />From time to time<br />When I am feeling troubled<br />I will unfold these letters from old friends and lovers<br />Thinking fondly of the long agos<br />The penmanship and perfect strokes<br />Even though I saved these notes<br />I won’t pretend I know you anymore<br /><br />Held in hallways<br />Caught in corridors<br />We will speak these warm words<br />Half empty half fullDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-29204608580936433372009-04-15T21:17:00.000-07:002009-04-15T21:20:52.985-07:00BribesWhen you come home<br />There will be a parade for you<br />When you come home<br />We will line the streets for you<br />When you come home, the kids will catch the candy that we throw<br />When you come home<br /><br />If you come home<br />We will have a pilot write your name in the sky<br />and the birds will think you’re quite a legend<br />if you come home<br /><br />Would it kill you to visit every once in a while?<br />If you did I’d make the bed up just how you like it<br />Christmas cards, impromptu phone calls won’t get me through the year<br />I want you here, I want you here<br /><br />If you come home<br />We will post an ad in the newspaper that’ll say<br />For 30 cents a word “We hope you stay”<br />"We hope you stay."<br /><br />I’ll cook a big meal with a turkey and a coconut crème pie<br />I'll use the good plates and the good cups, it’s been a while<br />Since we had company of any kind I’ve been meaning to<br />I need you, I need you<br /><br />When you come home, when you come home<br /><br />I know as well as they do that you’re doing well out there<br />But all these words in combination are ones that I don’t want to hear<br />You’ll never know how hard it is to let your baby go<br />One thing I know, one thing I know<br /><br />When you come home, When you come home<br />When you come home you will be lovedDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519754740964986208.post-4818802485343622602009-04-13T19:33:00.000-07:002009-04-13T19:37:54.872-07:00AfterwardsIt’s harder to get up on the right side of the bed<br />These days foot steps in snow make me feel less alone<br />It’s secret I’m still hoping for some kind of X-ray vision<br />And I would beam into your bedroom blinds just so I knew you were alright<br /><br />Acting mature is overrated I miss the days of keying cars<br />And spreading rumors on the bathroom stalls and locker room walls<br />Where we forgot we looked when we were hoping no one noticed<br />Praying someday we’d fit into this mess<br /><br />It won’t be long before I<br />Forget just what it felt like<br />To fall asleep with you breathing next to me<br /><br />I shut the door when you left to keep out the cold and myself<br />From running after you just like I saw in the movies<br />It’s true I have my regrets we never danced on roof tops<br />And I have found some fake words to say when somebody asks about our death<br /><br />It won’t be long before I<br />Forget just what it felt like<br />To know that I did not know anything<br /><br />It’s safe to say that even though we’re disregarding<br />I can’t help but to wonder which song you’re humming<br /><br />And so I sit and pretend that I don’t mind that I don’t know you<br />or what your schedule might look like on any given Thursday afternoon<br />somebody wrote this rulebook and so we will make the effort<br />to be more scarce in the social situations that we might share<br /><br />It won’t be long before I<br />Forget just what it felt like<br />To feel anything for you at all<br /><br />In lines at grocery stores I’m dozing off into you arms<br />And I hope some days you can’t help but to doze off to me toDanielle Ate the Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833247943010553128noreply@blogger.com0