If it’s possible, I will get a series of strategic body piercings I’m able to attach clothing to. Then I will custom drape everything I wear based on my mood and the occasion.
If people hang themselves from hooks, this must already be a thing. Right?
In the face of change
I always come back
to love.
For better or worse
A thing I must need.
Commitment is a
4-letter word
Whenever I meet
someone special
Or a residency option
if it is all that bad.
I don’t want you
or the horse
even if
the ride is fun.
I can do better.
Even if you do
Write sonnets.
Patience, like a wall,
Enough built up
To protect Jerusalem
And Tibet
Freedom weighing
Against liberty
We all gots to work.
No one’s watching
Let’s dance.
Living in the present is contradicted when working a day job. Some of us are lucky to find moderately fulfilling employment early on. Alas, no matter how great the situation, it’s still work. I’m sure there are days when even the Crocodile Hunter wanted to just sleep in. The goal isn’t a job to love. It’s finding a purpose that isn’t simultaneously soul-crushing. Continue reading I Just Work Here
Communication
seems complicated
Just need to leave home.
In seventh grade, I sprouted breasts. In the eighth grade, the most eligible boy in my class wanted to go steady with me. I was so excited. My mom and I didn’t relate on much so the scoring of high quality boy attention was prime pre-Prime Time TV conversation.
Mom, can I go to the movies this weekend?
Who with?
Lou.
Lou?
Yeah.
Oh, honey.
What?
You can’t go out with him.
Why not?
You’ll give Pappy a heart attack.
Smoking isn’t that big of a deal.
I often sit in an empty bar and wonder how much fuss I’d cause taking a puff off my one-hitter. Chances are the staff smokes too. No one else would know. The smell doesn’t stick. It even leaves a pleasant lingering hint that something calming happened here. Like your grandparents house. Continue reading Truth Is
Screaming
Past me
No concept
The beat
Systolic
Moving through
rush. Lust.
My mind
Fucks me
better than you do.
Kept in the middle
Always eager.
Put together.
Get it or leave it.
Perspection.
Not everyone
needs a reason.
Not one has
a good excuse.
Human Nature.
I picture his mouth on my thigh.
I grab his head pleadingly
Please, oh please sir
Can I have some more.
Yes. That’s the point.
I can’t hear it.
Turn it up.
Now get down.
I’m not sure the sounds
like that
are what we need.
Prodigies raging through
The need to please
Pumping the well
Dry your eyes
As each chance vanishes
And you’re not
Mozart.
Siren wailing in the corner of the dance
Balling her fists.
Ready for all of it.
Stay cool
Avoid the punch.
It is what it is.