Perfect we
all want.
Sometimes
love is just being
fucked up
together.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
THE MEMORY OF OBJECTS
when the
mercury slides
and
rain
sets in a few days
the
bedspread
in the damp recalls
our sex
Monday, August 18, 2014
SEA POEM
Wish I
could tell
with words
my thoughts when
first our eyes
locked
that
Saturday summer night
but it was
only sounds
the
instantly irrelevant crowd
the
engines and ocean beneath us
echoing
rumbling
whooshing like
the air
out of my lungs
and one
solitary
deafening
heartbeat.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
WALK
Here’s to
them
the jokers
who smile at
the world and wink
because
the world
does not deserve
to see
their tears
See them
the
pretenders
those who
know how to hide
everything
but their souls
the
brilliant fools
the
gamblers
the
diligently mad
who build us
castles in
the air
and
then
hurl
themselves from the walls
the
faithful ones
the lovers
giving the
whole heart only
when
they give
their hearts at all
the lonely
ones
the left
the ones
who wonder why
they’re
easy
to walk
away from
the strong
ones
the unbroken
the ones
who mainline caffeine
to keep another
beast
at bay
sure they
just can’t do this anymore
then
doing it
one more day
Here’s to
them all
the living
the life.
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