the sacramental feeling of bed in the morning
makes millions quit their day jobs
surely
and it should
Friday, March 23, 2012
a poem by me
There are charades
I can't let go
and even though
it is hate inside
I tried,
to see it through
I went on a walk
with the old me and you
I can't let go
and even though
it is hate inside
I tried,
to see it through
I went on a walk
with the old me and you
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
I didn't write this
“I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there’s nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.”
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there’s nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.”
Monday, February 27, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
a not nice poem
Don't ask me what my vice is
I am but a child
and I can't top your impressive disorder
of alcoholism
sorry
I don't care that you have money
buy me a drink
don't linger like you know me
you don't know me
never did
don't compliment my hair
my smile
my attitude
Don't talk about my turtle
you don't know him either
Don't ask me who my friend is
Don't fucking drink and drive
Dr.Pepper helps
but you still look like an idiot
with a stupid tie
don't talk to me
I stayed and danced with you after hours
because I am polite
don't sing to me
don't touch my hands
get a hair cut or grow it out
it's in an awkward stage right now
I am but a child
and I can't top your impressive disorder
of alcoholism
sorry
I don't care that you have money
buy me a drink
don't linger like you know me
you don't know me
never did
don't compliment my hair
my smile
my attitude
Don't talk about my turtle
you don't know him either
Don't ask me who my friend is
Don't fucking drink and drive
Dr.Pepper helps
but you still look like an idiot
with a stupid tie
don't talk to me
I stayed and danced with you after hours
because I am polite
don't sing to me
don't touch my hands
get a hair cut or grow it out
it's in an awkward stage right now
a poem
I didn't paint last night
like I said I would
I didn't want to go to bed sad
like I knew I would
eventually
because I could paint all night
but morning would come
and I'd have to sleep alone
then too
so I went out dancing
and watched the way the bodies moved
so elegantly
different than mine
I know i'm not a dancer
but I know I am a feeler
I feel the music
and the affect of
too many
double gin and tonics
the energy of everyone in the room
their complications
their simplicities
their trouble minds
and liberties
I feel it all
so it didn't take long
for my heart to feel ok
it didn't take long for me to say
"I love this song"
and I said it 15 times
even if it wasn't true
like I said I would
I didn't want to go to bed sad
like I knew I would
eventually
because I could paint all night
but morning would come
and I'd have to sleep alone
then too
so I went out dancing
and watched the way the bodies moved
so elegantly
different than mine
I know i'm not a dancer
but I know I am a feeler
I feel the music
and the affect of
too many
double gin and tonics
the energy of everyone in the room
their complications
their simplicities
their trouble minds
and liberties
I feel it all
so it didn't take long
for my heart to feel ok
it didn't take long for me to say
"I love this song"
and I said it 15 times
even if it wasn't true
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