Monday, November 29, 2010

on a stage in a dingy bar in the middle of town. lights burned like fire then.

i contemplate all of you, and you were damn near perfect.

the salt of the earth was knocked over by your elbow when you asked for your bill. i picked it up and handed it to you.

gestures mean nothing past high school.
we're all walking on the darker side of the street.
and though your gums have exposed your latest kill and you're looking at me like a stuffed turkey, there's something stopping this bad case of the Mondays.

Last night i dreamnt my best friends girlfriend told me she loved me, the night before that i dreamnt you were dying of cancer, today i'll dream of mountains.

life broke us. i couldn't hold you up to the bright light of it all. i wanted to sleep in your tanlines, i wanted you to float there impossibly.
situations are never really there. we make them to decorate the long hallway of life.
this one doesn't fit any of my picture frames.
so instead, i'll desperatly splatter yellow paint over all of it and prostitute it out on the streets late at night.

i'll find you again, like you always said.
but not how you think.
i'll be armed to teeth then.
i'll be asleep then.
i'll be busy by then.

let's kill these last flames with dust and liquids.
let's apologize for apologizing and thank one another for the thank yous.
let's pretend we were never really ourselves.
let's pretend we walked backwards into the ocean, and we're surprised when the tide got high.

goodbye black and blue you.
thanks for pretending, even if just for a moment, with me.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

is it over?

The man I want to give my heart to loves Jurassic Park 3.

How am I supposed to go on living?

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

a killing joke

i've become a war torn country
walls have been built up
i've been divided up between the most frightened.

walls have been built
there are enemies and allies on both sides
and no one in sight holds a hammer.

i curse the night
i say aloud when no one is around
that no one is listening or caring

i believe in the deafnesss
in the blindness
in the ignorant.

truth is;
they're all there...
will be
have been

and all this will eventually be one big joke that i'll laugh about to myself on my deathbed