alright, i’m doing away with this blog and moving here if you want to keep following me:
alright, i’m doing away with this blog and moving here if you want to keep following me:
have I wasted nights
watching basketball games
or did it help in some way
did the books help,
the extra 5 bucks from
the last table that wouldn’t leave,
the last push up,
the last drink,
the last kiss?
the last kiss is the
tough one as
the sun comes up
and
i tie my shoes in
the morning
love is definitely
the main thing
it’s funny how it has
been turned into
something forgettable
and reusable
by television
and other things
like television
it is thrown
around
like a cigarette
out of a
car
at a stoplight
and also
like a
stone skipped
poorly
it’s strange to have nothing to
say to anybody;
to look at another
person in comfort and in silence,
to not strain for the next word
or even the first word
it feels like a blank space,
like I have canceled myself
out
as I watch the bartender’s
ponytail
bounce
back
and
forth,
does anyone else see it?
it’s hard to tell
if i’m getting my life
back together
or if it’s completely falling apart
it’s hard to tell
if
i like what i see in
the mirror or if
i’ve just started to accept it
it’s hard to tell anything
as
i go up and down
grocery store aisles,
lift gas station pump handles,
and
sit on benches
outside of laundromats
it’s hard when
the thrill always
seems to be
behind you
we lived
strange lives
in dirty bedrooms
with
poorly chosen
words
and little time;
we
waited
among uncased pillows
with the windows down
and your legs spread
love poems are
unfashionable but
i don’t think they’re bad,
of course
i’m biased
because that’s all i can
manage
right now
sometimes
you can’t get love
or no love
off your mind
and
it could be worse
like a small
animal looking
at you
as you do
something you probably shouldn’t be doing
like pretending to
talk in a telephone booth
to avoid the rain
like
a salmon that jumps
the wrong way upstream,
an overdue laugh,
and a
rainbow belly up
yes,
sadder than that
i had a dream that
we went sledding
like they do
in credit card commercials
you were dressed in
a scarf
and had on
some flannel
things
and i had
flannel things
too and
long underwear…
and it was shot
just like a network
commercial,
those
assholes can even get into your dreams;
there was a close up
of your eyes squinting
as
we pushed off
to go on down the hill
and then
an extreme wide shot of
the pine trees
and us,
a little dot,
going down
in the white
and then
i woke up
and looked
at the red
numbers
on the alarm clock,
they looked desperate
you left my mouth
and
my rooms
and
they’ll notice
but won’t say anything
in the coffee
shops, bars,
restaurants
and the sun goes up and
down like
a
dropped
ping pong ball
shit,
look at this traffic,
look at these walls,
look at my bed
look at this
bug here,
where the fuck is it going?
