Sunday, April 29, 2012

128

Red on Red on Red
Red hat
Red nails
Red wall
Red wine
Revelations




photo by @glnmchl

Friday, April 20, 2012

126

oh how we feel we've grown old,
when flesh candles we can't seem to hold
and oh how we know we've grown old,
when friends stop asking about your latest guitar,
and instead compliment you on your new BarBeQue
oh how we know we've grown old,
when the things we have come to love
can be counted on three fingers,
a thumb for babies
an index finger for pets
and a middle finger for drugs,
oh how we feel we've grown old
when sex has been replaced for hugs
and bathroom stalls are just for pissing
and the only thing that you are missing
is your hair
keep the kid (in you) alive
don't wish for slow days to pass you by
cause they will, and they will
and you'll grow older still
and time will speed its fidgety hands
and loud sounds of disco bands
will fade into your shattered memory
i think late is better than never




Wednesday, April 18, 2012

125

vanilla ice cream is unusual
like usual
i grabbed my morning coffee
like usual
i smoked my morning cigarette
like usual
i thought about the day and what i would do and
like usual
i felt like a usually did
but this morning
unlike usual
or, rather, unusually
i dropped the last few sips of my coffee on a scoop of vanilla ice cream
and the day wasn't so bad any more
it never usually is 
and i know, and you know
that sometimes it feels
more often than not
there is nothing and no one
to give us a thought
or us to them
no one, no one
no one to talk to
no one to call home
no one to call baby when you get home
no one to call
no one, no one,
no one at all
but even bad coffee is better than no coffee at all


Tuesday, April 17, 2012

124

when your poetry sounds preachy
and lined up trying to teach me
things
things you could say in less words than one
'cause lots of blithering idiots have already done
what you're trying to do
not what you have
and they've done it better
and any other word but gave
would rhyme with the latter
but you can spell ladder
and you can hear a splatter
and see cut glass shatter
on a shiny silver platter

shhh. anyone can do this.
so stop.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

123

the night was humid...
and it reminded me
somewhere in that place between dusk and midnight
the way the light hit things
reminded of things
things that are beautiful that we forget are beautiful
the inside of an elbow
the inner arm / but not the under arm
the inner thigh / where is the outter thigh?
the curve of a neck
and how it connects
to an ear
and smells
like the smell of a cedar deck
after the rain
and tastes
like how you anticipate caramel to taste on top of whipped cream
before you've stuck your finger in it
and feelings
like the feeling of "it was only a dream"
after a bad one
less is more
yes is more
no means never
and maybe means sure
the girl is a gun
things we know that are beautiful that we do not forget
a symmetrical face
a four beat rhythm
a rainbow
a rhyming poem
but all of these, you see, are boring
we like the pretty ugly
freckles, gap teeth, grey eyes, soft speak
if you have something to say
you don't have to shout it
if they know it's worth knowing
they will listen without it
no need for bang bang
but the girl is a gun
and the gun is her fun
and her secret and her last resort
and if you drive her to it
she'll use it
snort snort
but a pocket is a hiding place
and that girl there has the symmetrical face
and so everything is beautiful and boring again
twenty is even and twenty five too
and when they're all lined up in little white tubes
strike a match burn the last
breath out to that imperfect star speckled sky
america, america
watch timed airplanes fly by
and wonder where might they be going
America, America
"do you like baseball?" he asked me
"yes," I said. then I added, "with the right amount of beer"
....the night was humid




Saturday, April 7, 2012

122

don't look at what im working on
you'll muck it up with your inexperienced eyes
don't judge from where you're siting on
you've never walked a mile in my mind
don't make it seem so black and white
my favourite colour is grey
and though i know it's not a colour
and it really is a shade
i will call it one anyway
because i'll do what i want
and i'll mean what i say
and if you don't like it
i'll apologize tomorrow