When He Was OlderThis last week was a casual wear fundraiser, where for a handful of change you cold dress down from biz-caz, as long as your casual clothes aren't ripped, revealing, or offensive in slogan. Nowadays, I have enough hole-less jeans and T-shirts that don't have some clumsy come-on emblazoned on the chest that it's worth it for the few days.When He Was Older
On Tuesday, I really looked at the two scrubby hills between the train station and the campus where I work. They're really just piles of dirt left behind when paved paths and real roads were dug up. Abandoned by backhoes and bulldozers, they squat silently. &
The Contents of Page 53write poems in coffee shops hope some cute girl will show up sit, watch me shyly slowly smiling slyly ramble softly over stare over my shoulder whisper so inviting "what's that you're writin" "proof of destiny" i'll flip to page fifty three when she sees the lines she'll realize she's mine i'm so romantic she just can't stand it.The Contents of Page 53
Maybe Next TimeI've never known you But I love you Friend of a friend of my friend Not the way I've learned Since I was a manMaybe Next Time
Where wanting preludes talking Search for common ground Affection in night sweat That might last past dawn
But beautiful innocence Heart lifting laughter World stealing glances Adoration and Idolation
I seek space beside Slip into your shadow Bait your laugh
All my words for women Burn to ash in my mouth In this girls glance
As a boy I lost too many All my hesitations &
Chicken Finger WednesdayPeel the plastic lid Off the waxy fast food cup Pour the Bacardi inChicken Finger Wednesday
Outside her window We wave at our boss Pretending our Wendy's Picnic Is an innocent ritual
We'll be slower Wednesday afternoon Words will slur We'll blame the week
Feels like rebellion Like we got one up On all those greedy bastards By dulling our senses To their dulldrum.
Papaya FruitYour middle name has always been I'msofullofshitPapaya Fruit
Butbutbutts. I do understand, I keep whispering in your ear [after]. You don't hear much, and I don't have enough q-tips to help you.
My glasses are crooked. Just like
your smile. My glasses are annoying. Your smile is, well- not. [I've never been too good with words]
You are papaya, and passion fruit. Oh, if you only knew the way I spray perfumes [on everything I own] trying to bring you back.
1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10.11.12.13.14.15.16.17.18.19.20.21.22.23, steps away from me. The count k
CrayolaI've been taking too many showers lately Watching every movie we own, sitting in my towelCrayola
Spreading my legs over where you would have sat [Ifyouhadn'tleftIfyouhadn'tleftIfyouhadn'tleft]
You said, "It won't hurt very long. Things will be okay." But, things were okay, weren't they?
I've been dying my hair every Saturday night Filling up the time we would've spent Snugglinggigglinglaughingtalking
[Maybe if I can change my hair, I can change myself too]
You loved when I painted my nails, Neon green, midnight blue, cyber grape, and all
This MessI see you, in places You never wereThis Mess
I hear you Everywhere there is sound
I smell you On people you've never touched
You came away With a beautifulheartbreaking(withahintofcomedy) Story
Tell all your buddies She'sjustamessjustamessamess
I'm just a mess
This mess adores you (Misseslovescriesoverwantsneedshatesthinksabout)
He loved me. He never loved me. He loved me. He never loved me. He loved me. He never loved me. He loved me. He never loved me. He loved me.
We Drank MilkWe Drank Milk
Nov. 6- I miss rolly-pollies, touching them in my sand box, and watching them protect themselves the only way they know how. Nov. 7- You are the rolly-pollie in my sand box. Nov. 12- I haven't slept in two days. Nov. 21- I threw all our furniture through a window. The land lord (yes, the one with the lazy eye) felt bad for me.
Dec. 6- Happy Birthday to me. Dec. 7- Happy Pearl Harbor Day Dec. 10- This furnitureless, loveless apartment feels way too big without you. Dec. 15- I dyed my hair six times today, hoping every strand you ever
A dying notebook
Yearning
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-Lovecraft In Brooklyn-
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Glenvile:
"The person completely will not overcome neither angels, nor death, except as through weakness of its own insignificant will".
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A dream diminishes common place thought & increases great ones,
as wind extinguishes candle & kindles fire
So, keep dreaming.........
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From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere... If you never did, you should. These things are fun and fun is good. - Dr. Seuss, One Fish two fish red fish blue fish, 1960
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