gray stables

by sam beam

brave lady, i could see through
the mosses
laid, shameless in the sun
my lady with her porcelain and her
weightless
face, pleasing everyone

gray stables and the horses of the
righteous
pray daily for the brave

lady, you were gorgeous in your
weakness
wet flowers on the ground
my lady never told me of her sadness
bones floating in the sound

brave lady, could you see me in the
darkness
wait, nameless like a stone
my lady with her watches by the
mattress
bathes lately all alone

gray stables and the horses of the
righteous
pray daily for the brave

lady, would you love me if i left her
laid breathless in the sun
my lady, like a teacup on the counter
frail, pleasing everyone

I KNOW IT WAS YOU FREDO, YOU BROKE MY HEART

You were my friend bloody wounds won't mend a blade my back ambush sneak attack
Sucker punched again I've bled it thick and thin--real eyes, realize, real lies
Stuck in broke off pour salt run off my blood my bro my friend now my foe
Sucker punched again I've bled it thick and thin--real eyes, realize, real lies

What Type of Person You Are, part II

from "Bright Lights, Big City"
by Jay McInerney

You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning. But here you are, and you cannot say that the terrain is entirely unfamiliar, although the details are fuzzy. You are at a nightclub talking to a girl with a shaved head....

The bald girl is emblematic of the problem. The problem is, for some reason you think you are going to meet the kind of girl who is not the kind of girl who would be at a place like this at this time in the morning. When you meet her you are going to tell her that what you really want is a house in the country with a garden. New York, the club scene, bald women -- you're tired of all that. Your presense here is only a matter of conducting an experiment in limits, reminding yourself of what you aren't. You see yourself as the kind of guy who wakes up early on Sunday morning and steps out to cop the Times and croissants. Who might take a cue from the Arts and Leisure section and decide to check out an exhibition -- costumes of the Hapsburg Court at the Met, say, or Japanese lacquerware of the Muromachi period at the Asia Society. The kind of guy who calls up the woman he met at a publishing party Friday night, the party he did not get sloppy drunk at. See if she wants to check out the exhibition and maybe do an early dinner. A guy who would wait until eleven a.m. to call her, because she might not be an early riser, like he is. She may have been out late, perhaps at a nightclub. And maybe a couple of sets of tennis before the museum. He wonders if she plays, but of course she would.