GOHN Vol.1
SOUNDS FROM THE GROUND
There is a man in the ground Buried in a coffin With his dog
The man is breathing The dog is not
And the only thing left now Is a short sob followed by A long goodbye
My grandparents live across from a cemetery Approximately 40ft away from their house are hundreds of dead people When I talk to some of them I prefer to write love letters So valentines day was very important this year because I was in love with a ghost boy And he was in love with me And the way I write And cross my T’s And being quiet with him was So easy But I had to be really honest with myself And I’m not a ghost Because this not a ghost story So I’ve decided to plant myself And hang out with trees instead
I died in a forest fire I died of a broken heart
I went to your grave the other day With a metal detector Because I remembered that you had a steel plate In your skull From the time you almost died There’s nothing there Under the dirt We buried you And you’re not there Sometimes when I open my bedroom window I can hear you whisper And it really creeps me out But don’t stop
Here’s my chance to be the hero and sell you on the secret: You are the vigilante with a boring origin story, Cursing god with good reason Like watching an ambulance drive off a cliff Or wishing for a person with kind eyes to say Especially if they don't mean it
“I’m sorry you’re dying”
He made certain the bird could no longer speak At night it would scream out for me And every night I would attend to it Benny just got jealous is all Benny no longer values life on this planet He loves me very much Even when he wants me dead
They said she was a witch So we burned the witch Her skin fell off Into tiny bits of ash Floating into the treetops When it was over My sister and I gathered the leftovers And prayed for our mother Prayed for ourselves Prayed for her remains to be instead Gun powder
You’d have never thought that such beautiful homes Could be built out of dead people and life insurance policies Baby blue siding meets a tall, grey roof That I would have jumped from If it meant that I wouldn’t ruin the viewing and I could watch you breathing one more time
BONES ON TOP OF BONES ON TOP OF BONES ON TOP OF BONES ON TOP OF BONES ON TOP OF MY BEST FRIEND BECAUSE I BURIED HER FIRST BECAUSE I LOVED HER MOST AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME WHERE I PUT MY SHOVEL
I’M NOT FINISHED
Tyler, stop it It was funny fifteen minutes ago Get off the floor Nikki’s birthday party is at six You need to get ready Get a shower or something You smell rancid Oh my god Did yYou didn’t You shit your pants Are you kidding me? Are you feeling okay? Tyler? Are you Okay? Tyler?
(The day Tyler died, sort of alone)
There is something rather than nothing There is something rather than nothing There is carbon, and rocks Sitting patiently for their turn to dance You don’t die and go to hell You don’t die and go to hell
I shot the postman He wouldn’t stop knocking at my door And I’m tired of getting packages from all my enemies Reminding me that they went to college And they’re happily married Whereas I’m in love with burning churches And I shot the postman
He is breathing loudly In the corner as he reads a magazine About guns This keeps her up all night The way she sees the dead Keeps her up all night No wait, she’s dead She probably doesn’t even know it Should we tell her?
Don’t believe him he’s a fucking ghost Don’t believe him he’s a fucking ghost Don’t believe me I am also a fucking ghost
Don’t kid yourself, Jim Of course bad people will bury us At night In the wrong light On a very ugly Thursday And that’s exactly what we deserve Besides, We find everything to be terribly boring
It’s not a coffin it’s a seed It’s not a coffin it’s a seed It’s not a coffin it’s a Tupperware container with a dead bird inside of it It’s not a coffin it’s a seed
The land shrinks until only water can dream The water dreams of trees The trees dream of people People dream of drowning in dirt And the dirt doesn’t care anymore