Saturday, December 26, 2015

I'm Not Done Yet

I never took a break from you

Maybe from your hands

Maybe from our phone calls

but did we ever say anything

besides, I love you, and good-bye

Then, of course, there is me

So sure that I don’t need anybody

A heart that remembers every Good Morning

that remembers every single orgasm

The body you once fell asleep on

Maybe you do not miss me, I do

I miss me being naked in your kitchen

I miss me having a key to your apartment

I have this stack of type-written poems about you

it is gathering dust, it is incomplete

You could have this extra key of mine

it lives next to my bills and keepsakes

and no matter which side of the bed I crawl out of
my feet keep pushing one in front of the other
and it feels like I'm running towards you

Thursday, December 10, 2015


At the intersection I put on my left blinker
and remembered my passport

Wilco was playing, I tapped the gas
"Just remember what was yours
  is everyone's from now on"

We locked eyes
The pedestrian waved me on
 we conspired a plan
I would go
Then they would go
No one was hurt
There was nothing to worry about

but Vonnegut said it best

"Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt"

I'm just here to be next to another heartbeat
Welcome to the slaughterhouse
I hope your feelings are intact