Remember My Name

Remember my name
It’s not that hard
To care
To see what’s there
Even though you’re scared
When it’s too much to bear
I will be here
I will do my share
Remember my face
Like the softest silk, though my skin has wrinkles from childhood and Martinis
and all the cities and afterparties, smiles, dining, trespass, the camping
inside of your heart, glaring flashlights, the smell of concrete,
I’m tired of nature, underpants and douchebags, the slams and cops,
conformist tattoos, under my skin, the scary flights, the morning light,
how it cuts like a blade through your eyeball, like in that Buñuel film,
orgasms, refrigerated, flat coca cola, fuck those right wing idiots,
go to church, go to Freud, go to pills and piss, frozen, pretty, chosen,
guns and money, drained swimming pools drifting like clouds, every seven years
a Scandinavian refurnishes, I grew up to be someone, I grew up to wear T-shirts
that mean something, stiff towels in the wind, 6 AM gin, I grew up in spite of
series and manuals, smartphones and heroin, I grew up to be a curb, grind me,
drugs drugs drugs, war war war and curiosity is a piece of duct tap,
and stretched over old faces were birth marks looking like maps of unknown
nations, mother’s womb was a disco roller rink, stillborn, someone fucked you
good in that Trans-Am, come, innocent smiles and suicides, razor blades and
struggling writers, and the subtle smell of cake in front of you, untouched,
I fell asleep naked on the stove, burn baby drive, gasoline fumes dancing
through middle class nostrils, no more rules, a hundred birthdays crashing
through the window, we’re fireworks under ice, and all the colored vinyl in the
world made a bridge form Paris to New York, to Oslo to Rome, there is nothing I
would have changed, there’s is not a damn thing I would’ve changed
Remember my name