we both put on
our baby faces
fat cheeked frowns
why don't you call?
no, why don't you call?
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
In the Funk
Breathing has become
such a heavy chore
the weight of working
is not justified anymore
light blue smell of you
now an allergic reaction to
the fighting
pains
I wish it could be the same
as that one day, last November
we were happy
and we held on
to the bedsheets
memories
Kiss me on the cheek
as you leave
while I'm sleeping dreaming
of fires and books
dreams of you
telling me
tomorrow will be
better
Silvye, please come home
I'm feeling especially alone
I need you
to remind me
of what we
can be
have been
and tell me
what we
have become
such a heavy chore
the weight of working
is not justified anymore
light blue smell of you
now an allergic reaction to
the fighting
pains
I wish it could be the same
as that one day, last November
we were happy
and we held on
to the bedsheets
memories
Kiss me on the cheek
as you leave
while I'm sleeping dreaming
of fires and books
dreams of you
telling me
tomorrow will be
better
Silvye, please come home
I'm feeling especially alone
I need you
to remind me
of what we
can be
have been
and tell me
what we
have become
Monday, July 12, 2010
mariachi
i'm breakin' you apart
my little mexican harp
left the whole mariachi band
in the damned bus station
got the blues now
backpacked blue bag
bottles of beer
gonna drink myself
sing myself
sink
right on out of here
my little mexican harp
left the whole mariachi band
in the damned bus station
got the blues now
backpacked blue bag
bottles of beer
gonna drink myself
sing myself
sink
right on out of here
Saturday, July 3, 2010
That's life.
I've been writing poetry
every day
"I'm tired
tired"
tired"
"I knew a mormon once,
she was a good girl,
a nice girl"
Now I read the news.
I can't stop thinking
that when I come back
I'll be a blade of grass.
every day
"I'm tired
tired"
tired"
"I knew a mormon once,
she was a good girl,
a nice girl"
Now I read the news.
I can't stop thinking
that when I come back
I'll be a blade of grass.
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