Monday, July 26, 2010

hey

this poem is not good. do not think about this poem.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

true love beach, rockport

he stretched for miles
swinging those hips through
the flat smooth ground
.
the stone broke itself
so that he may
be gathered by
.
young girls of the village
that stack his fingers up
reaching to the heavens

Friday, July 23, 2010

long not ride

every drop that fell
on the car with
no windshield
was like a pinprick
to the aged milliner
a small, pained
expected detour
off the course of
beautiful direction

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

cutting

thank you
little blue
leather man
so many uses
who could guess
this was one

Monday, July 19, 2010

blank

don't drag one out of me
it's not that nothing happened
it's that
well?
i don't want to talk about it.
let me come back when theres something to say.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

even this

it all must fit perfectly in nature, he said.
even this.

as he calmly demonstrated
i believed that all the strands of hair.
could live, a perfect match
in every pore.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

awe

gee jimi
im real glad
ya tagged along
on my one night off
babe turks tits tats full
home please screamin nites

Friday, July 16, 2010

aw

gee v
awful sorry
ya got drunk enuf
to break away from a
2 ppl post rock freak fest
runinscreamin into the night

Thursday, July 15, 2010

today is thursday
wednesday was a strong loss
tuesday was forgetting how summer rain
lays heavy in noses
a wet grey calm

things missed:
windshield wipers
you

i rely on our heroism, dear
it's lovely how you drive the torrents
under your resined planks
full speed ahead
like there's somewhere to go

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

thank you pink sheets

does the nine year old owner of this bed you are here?
do you remember being her?
the nights you slept so easily alone
it was the only thing you knew
coming so hard now
get back to those days

Monday, July 5, 2010

sleep less

i need to match your breath with mine when i go to sleep
to the steady in and out of your dreams
or, i can count to eight over and over
until i've erased their meaning
but our unknowing, all loving breath is best.
is this a previous lovers act of retribution?
programming me to synch
set on simultaneous scroll down?