Friday, August 26, 2011
It's You
I went home and I cried and I begged
"Please tell me what I'm doing wrong."
because I thought I was doing it right
and I need to know why it didn't work
"Why didn't I fix the world today?"
and I thought maybe it's me
so I looked up the word "apathy"
because I've been hearing it alot recently
But it's not me
Monday, August 22, 2011
Insider Information
important words are repeated
the
I
love
you
me
will
be
he
and
she
is
we
let me know
when you are ready
to start
the repeating
and, while we're on the subject
there's the matter of the bereft
so we should be sensitve
to that
because there is no one in this world
that has felt loss
of love or words
without first feeling
something for the first time
the
I
love
you
me
will
be
he
and
she
is
we
let me know
when you are ready
to start
the repeating
and, while we're on the subject
there's the matter of the bereft
so we should be sensitve
to that
because there is no one in this world
that has felt loss
of love or words
without first feeling
something for the first time
Sunday, August 21, 2011
my thoughts on sarcasm
My Thoughts on Depression
depressed people always seem to be doing more interesting things
as if their sudden unhappiness
somehow lends itself to seeking out things to do
someone really happy probably does
like going to museums
or on vacation
or to a hokey bar
with friends
or something...
depressed people always seem to be doing more interesting things
as if their sudden unhappiness
somehow lends itself to seeking out things to do
someone really happy probably does
like going to museums
or on vacation
or to a hokey bar
with friends
or something...
Thursday, August 18, 2011
magic is the new charming
I remembered that thought about illusions
and magic
and had to remember which one I believed in
and which one I was better at
and I felt good knowing
that there was no such word as
dismagicment
because there is no opposite to
and you cannot explain away
things that are real
so I took a deep breath
and concentrated on thin air
and magic
and had to remember which one I believed in
and which one I was better at
and I felt good knowing
that there was no such word as
dismagicment
because there is no opposite to
and you cannot explain away
things that are real
so I took a deep breath
and concentrated on thin air
Thursday, August 11, 2011
10,000 representing something outside of me
it is August and it is cold
in the way thirty is old
when you are ten
or moreso
it is an air-conditioner on sunburned skin
but the summer as a whole
has been an illustration of an arsonist
with a bottomless pocket of strike-anywheres
and a happy hand of lighter fluid
standing beside the car he just stole
from his ex-girlfriend
who slept with his best friend
but it's cool now
in the way thirty is old
when you are ten
or moreso
it is an air-conditioner on sunburned skin
but the summer as a whole
has been an illustration of an arsonist
with a bottomless pocket of strike-anywheres
and a happy hand of lighter fluid
standing beside the car he just stole
from his ex-girlfriend
who slept with his best friend
but it's cool now
Saturday, August 6, 2011
diamonds are dinosaurs
sitting cross-legged on a piece of carpet
I studied prehistory in cartoon photographs
matching names to body parts
in the afternoon, light would spill into the room
and change the way the pictures looked
I had to memorize them all over again
the letters spelled things that I couldn't read
so I created days in their lives
taking extra care to consider the one I thought was me
it was on that carpet that a friend lost an earring
she said it was important
and all I knew was that I wanted to find it for her
I remember how the setting felt against the side of my palm
how the diamond glinted and then lingered on the faded rug
it was heavy and I knew I was doing something important
as I stood up and carried the sparkly thing to her
I felt like a dinosaur
I studied prehistory in cartoon photographs
matching names to body parts
in the afternoon, light would spill into the room
and change the way the pictures looked
I had to memorize them all over again
the letters spelled things that I couldn't read
so I created days in their lives
taking extra care to consider the one I thought was me
it was on that carpet that a friend lost an earring
she said it was important
and all I knew was that I wanted to find it for her
I remember how the setting felt against the side of my palm
how the diamond glinted and then lingered on the faded rug
it was heavy and I knew I was doing something important
as I stood up and carried the sparkly thing to her
I felt like a dinosaur
Monday, August 1, 2011
Walking
We watched as her feet passed over the cement
she wondered who laid the road
and what the ground looked like beneath
She hurt for the grass
She hurt for the things she could not see
She hurt for the the hands
the decrees
the machines
She hurt for everything
We wondered if she only thought of herself
She wondered what to do with hurt
because she could not contain it
and no one could relive it
and it only hurt
And her feet passed over the cement
she wondered who laid the road
and what the ground looked like beneath
She hurt for the grass
She hurt for the things she could not see
She hurt for the the hands
the decrees
the machines
She hurt for everything
We wondered if she only thought of herself
She wondered what to do with hurt
because she could not contain it
and no one could relive it
and it only hurt
And her feet passed over the cement