last night
i made a list
of the boys
i had slept with
once i was satisfied
that it was complete
i fell asleep
and made a list
of the boys
i had slept with
in my dreams
it was you
and i could feel
my mouth
as i kissed
your shoulder
my tongue peeling
pieces of you
away from you
closer to me
i woke up
the same way
i fell asleep
in my underwear
but i was naked
in my dream
and the mirror
that catches me
every morning
doesn't undress me
or make me look
towards reflection
or anyone
if i don't want to
but i want to
and that's why
i put my bed
where i sleep
where i wake up
next to where you will find me
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
period or the end of a sentence
i hurried home to my vices
and looked up the word truth
while we waited for a storm to come
i thought about the symbolism of a bath
as the sky began to brood in its saga
the lightening, the thunder, the clouds
tell the story like an opera
the only players in the theater of rain
one happens in response to the other's drama
delayed and i can't help but wonder if
the lightening knows it is what thunder is made of
or if thunder will use lightening as an alibi
do clouds understand they cannot hold what they contain
do the elements recognize they constructed a you and an i
if the answer is no then how did i come to question why not
if the answer is yes then how did you come to question why
i suppose that's what a good story is made of
unforgettable characters and questions asked long ago
a series of events more convincing than the answer
but that's also the difference between you and me
same as the difference between build up and climax
mundane carelessly cast amongst a stage of epic
a summer's day held against a full, wet, orange sky of literal
a monument to bleak built beside confessions of euphoria
i am windswept and thoughtful because I am
void of skepticism and without fear in the face of dilemma
i am windswept and careful because i am not an effect
and the elements respond to you and i
with a song and a secret that whispers who
who are you and who am i and who holds the reigns of a siren
i think my vices are like heels in the stirrup
and symbolism is a free ride to anywhere i want to go
and this storm was a good example of you and i
because it stirred up more sensation
than a rumor or a cowboy counting to eight
and i don't know the difference between rain, you, or horses
and looked up the word truth
while we waited for a storm to come
i thought about the symbolism of a bath
as the sky began to brood in its saga
the lightening, the thunder, the clouds
tell the story like an opera
the only players in the theater of rain
one happens in response to the other's drama
delayed and i can't help but wonder if
the lightening knows it is what thunder is made of
or if thunder will use lightening as an alibi
do clouds understand they cannot hold what they contain
do the elements recognize they constructed a you and an i
if the answer is no then how did i come to question why not
if the answer is yes then how did you come to question why
i suppose that's what a good story is made of
unforgettable characters and questions asked long ago
a series of events more convincing than the answer
but that's also the difference between you and me
same as the difference between build up and climax
mundane carelessly cast amongst a stage of epic
a summer's day held against a full, wet, orange sky of literal
a monument to bleak built beside confessions of euphoria
i am windswept and thoughtful because I am
void of skepticism and without fear in the face of dilemma
i am windswept and careful because i am not an effect
and the elements respond to you and i
with a song and a secret that whispers who
who are you and who am i and who holds the reigns of a siren
i think my vices are like heels in the stirrup
and symbolism is a free ride to anywhere i want to go
and this storm was a good example of you and i
because it stirred up more sensation
than a rumor or a cowboy counting to eight
and i don't know the difference between rain, you, or horses
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Catalyst
Today took me back
Here I was last year
Etching out a word
Refining language
Every word I spoke
Well now I speak
In pun and trance
Let it bee means
Let's start a buzz
Breathe deep
Each breath
Forever is melody
Lulling winter with a song
Of long days and resonance
With every ear it catches
Etching memories like code
Responding to infrasound
Suggesting something untold
Here I was last year
Etching out a word
Refining language
Every word I spoke
Well now I speak
In pun and trance
Let it bee means
Let's start a buzz
Breathe deep
Each breath
Forever is melody
Lulling winter with a song
Of long days and resonance
With every ear it catches
Etching memories like code
Responding to infrasound
Suggesting something untold
RSVP
who are you
what face are you wearing
when no one is looking
where are you now
why say so
how did you get here
what face are you wearing
when no one is looking
where are you now
why say so
how did you get here
Thursday, February 17, 2011
cast and release
a fish out of water
remembers water
and suffers
in its absence
the world is a fish
love is water
remembers water
and suffers
in its absence
the world is a fish
love is water
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
oddside in insight out
i understand how i don't care
can be
a true statement
what will they think of me?
i don't care
what if they don't like me?
i don't care
i understand how i don't care
can be
the worst thing ever
when are our troops coming home
"i don't care"
what's going on in other worlds
"i don't care"
what i don't understand
is willingness
to surrender freewill
"you can't speak against your government"
yes i can
"you can't speak against our religion"
yes i can
what i don't understand
is
murder and suicide
i don't want to kill you
i don't want to kill myself
i don't want you to die
i don't want to die
i understand
we're all going to die
and i don't care
so long
as it's not
against our will
can be
a true statement
what will they think of me?
i don't care
what if they don't like me?
i don't care
i understand how i don't care
can be
the worst thing ever
when are our troops coming home
"i don't care"
what's going on in other worlds
"i don't care"
what i don't understand
is willingness
to surrender freewill
"you can't speak against your government"
yes i can
"you can't speak against our religion"
yes i can
what i don't understand
is
murder and suicide
i don't want to kill you
i don't want to kill myself
i don't want you to die
i don't want to die
i understand
we're all going to die
and i don't care
so long
as it's not
against our will
Monday, February 14, 2011
clichés and aphorisms
some words are said
because they sound clever
or melodic
or pretty
or to the point
or all encompassing
some words are said
it doesn't cost much
to look expensive
and i'd take a cheap apartment
and clear conscience
over dirty money
any day
or
"and time
goes by
so slowly
and time
can do
so much"
or
the drum
is
the heart
the harmonica
is
the ache
or
choose
your
words
thoughtfully
and
lovingly
or
the things you should do
and
the things you shouldn't do
are easier to swallow
when
you practice everyday
because they sound clever
or melodic
or pretty
or to the point
or all encompassing
some words are said
it doesn't cost much
to look expensive
and i'd take a cheap apartment
and clear conscience
over dirty money
any day
or
"and time
goes by
so slowly
and time
can do
so much"
or
the drum
is
the heart
the harmonica
is
the ache
or
choose
your
words
thoughtfully
and
lovingly
or
the things you should do
and
the things you shouldn't do
are easier to swallow
when
you practice everyday
Friday, February 11, 2011
Mister. -mister
Are you in love with me?
-in a way
Don't be.
-but i am
Don't be.
-i already am
Then don't break my heart.
-i already did
No you didn't.
-yes i did
No you didn't.
-has your heart ever been broken
Yes.
-that was me
-in a way
Don't be.
-but i am
Don't be.
-i already am
Then don't break my heart.
-i already did
No you didn't.
-yes i did
No you didn't.
-has your heart ever been broken
Yes.
-that was me
Monday, February 7, 2011
energy created by space
space is stillness
a corner collecting dust
spotless middleground
space is preconceived
it existed before you
is made up of you
matter as a fact
proves everything we do
and disproves nothingness
matter as fiction
is thinly veiled
because there is an overabundance
a corner collecting dust
spotless middleground
space is preconceived
it existed before you
is made up of you
matter as a fact
proves everything we do
and disproves nothingness
matter as fiction
is thinly veiled
because there is an overabundance
Saturday, February 5, 2011
uncatchable flights or radar
u
n
c
a
t
c
h
a
b
l
e
f
l
i
g
h
t
s
o
r
rr
aa
dd
aa
rr
pretentious is a trapeze artist
waiting
or reaching forward and hoping for
what happens next
n
c
a
t
c
h
a
b
l
e
f
l
i
g
h
t
s
o
r
rr
aa
dd
aa
rr
pretentious is a trapeze artist
waiting
or reaching forward and hoping for
what happens next
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Boredom
i balanced my check book
again
so now that i know
that i can't spend
any money
it's all i want to do
i arranged my living room
perfectly
and now that everything fits
i feel a strong urge
to throw
a new chair in the mix
i accepted someone's old clothes
subsequently
i have nothing to wear
to places i don't go
but my
closet and drawer space is overdrawn
i decided to count words
instead
of syllables or a freefall
and i'm still really bored
so bored
i'm not going to write anymore
again
so now that i know
that i can't spend
any money
it's all i want to do
i arranged my living room
perfectly
and now that everything fits
i feel a strong urge
to throw
a new chair in the mix
i accepted someone's old clothes
subsequently
i have nothing to wear
to places i don't go
but my
closet and drawer space is overdrawn
i decided to count words
instead
of syllables or a freefall
and i'm still really bored
so bored
i'm not going to write anymore
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Tall Tales
i am as dumb as an ox
i have no idea what is going on
why am i so blue
and who the hell is paul
if i were sluefoot sally
and you were pecos bill and we were hindsight
i would pet your horse
and sit right where i stood
i have no idea what is going on
why am i so blue
and who the hell is paul
if i were sluefoot sally
and you were pecos bill and we were hindsight
i would pet your horse
and sit right where i stood
Cynic vs. Optimist
life is a series of other people's deaths
vs.
death is proof that i am alive
i drink by myself because i am lonely
vs.
i will toast to anything, cheers
die a million deaths
vs.
live a million and one lifetimes
you broke my heart
vs.
you made me stronger
you are ignorant
vs.
i don't understand you
i hate you
vs.
i forgive you
why are you doing this to me
vs.
patience, patience, patience
vs.
death is proof that i am alive
i drink by myself because i am lonely
vs.
i will toast to anything, cheers
die a million deaths
vs.
live a million and one lifetimes
you broke my heart
vs.
you made me stronger
you are ignorant
vs.
i don't understand you
i hate you
vs.
i forgive you
why are you doing this to me
vs.
patience, patience, patience