Wednesday, June 30, 2010

78. I won't tell anybody

Would you put your arms around me ?
(I won't tell anyone)
Does it have to come ?
All I ask of you is one thing that you'll never do

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

77. I swear I have nothing to prove

leave me alone
for you know this isn't the first time
In fact this is twice in a row
that the angels have slipped through our landslide
and filled up our garden with snow
and I dont wish to taste of your insides
or to call out your name through my phone
for the glory boys at your bedside
will love you as long as you're something to own

So many things go through my head at the same time, so many memories, so many emotions. It's never been an exciting, positive or happy feeling.

Why start now?

The constant invariable is dying for variables.
He is thirsty for change
He is hungry for love
He is deprived of all of it.
While everything everyone could want or need to make them happy falls into their lap, he sits quietly and painfully in the corner watching while they get it.
All this work
All this effort
All this time wasted
All these emotions squandered

Monday, June 14, 2010

76. all i have left is this heart in my chest, your dishonesty helping me cope

"It's been a long time since I've been close to you
It's been a long time since I've been sad.
It's been a while since I've really spent time with you
Wish I could take back the times that I had.
The only thing that you ever really did for me
Was make me oh so miserable.
And the hope that I never see your face again
Is anything but questionable."

Monday, June 7, 2010

75. strictly analog to digital

Composed in the club quarters central loop room 730, on 5.30.2010.

A drawn curtain, courtesy pamphlets, out dated novels and tarnish on my desk lamp. A stomach full of fruit fried up from the sun and starch from the dirt. My aching legs coincide with an aching mind. These old feelings from what I left behind. Flirtatiously arduous texts fill the time, time, time. The time between destinations. Feelings of suprise at the mutual attraction, and anticipation to see what's next. A familiar disgust. Second rate bergamot infusion from a leaky pot, a snoring compadre on the verge of abandonment "communication breakdown, it's always the same". Why is it that I can't stop thinking about you? Why is it that I'm so stuck on the rest of you?