What’s your biggest fear
Everyone at the park today was fat
unable to run
The city is filled with trash and I
I want you to take me seriously
I realize that
The park had all this fat trash
from Winter
Sometimes people get scared
From knowing each other
02 April, 2015
Tugboat- Day 2
I don’t want to see
what your memories look like
We sat and sang
and those poems against the window
They sounded like an opera
The window on a tugboat we ate in
I sit and sing
and write down the poems
I sit and you sing
We end up singing against the window
Maybe, if I see yours
but I don’t want to
what your memories look like
We sat and sang
and those poems against the window
They sounded like an opera
The window on a tugboat we ate in
I sit and sing
and write down the poems
I sit and you sing
We end up singing against the window
Maybe, if I see yours
but I don’t want to
in Summer- Day 1
How many of her did you meet?
Organ music plays when she walks,
you know that right?
I think all the truly sad songs are about
meeting her.
How many of her can you love?
She spills out of herself,
laughing and wondering.
When you talk, it’s about summertime.
How many of her can you have?
And how would you have her?
You both laugh, in Summer.
Sometimes there are so many of her.
How many of her will you see?
She is perpendicular, and
at night, she glows.
At night, it’s easier to dance.
Organ music plays when she walks,
you know that right?
I think all the truly sad songs are about
meeting her.
How many of her can you love?
She spills out of herself,
laughing and wondering.
When you talk, it’s about summertime.
How many of her can you have?
And how would you have her?
You both laugh, in Summer.
Sometimes there are so many of her.
How many of her will you see?
She is perpendicular, and
at night, she glows.
At night, it’s easier to dance.
02 January, 2015
Crying Like an Idiot
Between them all
just an hour of rest
after twelve hours of drink
and all of life’s years.
Tradition starts to set in,
patterns overwhelm emotions
and memories are made
out of spilled water.
A green marble filled with
pink, folded souls caresses
dreary rain—
the souls see past, and future, and now.
A whole town is covered in tiny
shooting stars that attract joy,
repelling any attempt
at subtle Winter hues.
Songs are sung loudly, people punch.
They remember old lovers
as bottles are broken, blind
blonde strength dripping down.
The Queen of Cups
and the Princess of Wands
enamor a wayward cowboy,
poisons in all of their blood.
Families ache to express but
sit in silence, aiming to fill holes
left airing out to dry,
staring in space on a wall together.
The cards speak intentions
if the lovers can sit still long enough;
that dreary rain sends them back,
rumpled souls smoothed out.
just an hour of rest
after twelve hours of drink
and all of life’s years.
Tradition starts to set in,
patterns overwhelm emotions
and memories are made
out of spilled water.
A green marble filled with
pink, folded souls caresses
dreary rain—
the souls see past, and future, and now.
A whole town is covered in tiny
shooting stars that attract joy,
repelling any attempt
at subtle Winter hues.
Songs are sung loudly, people punch.
They remember old lovers
as bottles are broken, blind
blonde strength dripping down.
The Queen of Cups
and the Princess of Wands
enamor a wayward cowboy,
poisons in all of their blood.
Families ache to express but
sit in silence, aiming to fill holes
left airing out to dry,
staring in space on a wall together.
The cards speak intentions
if the lovers can sit still long enough;
that dreary rain sends them back,
rumpled souls smoothed out.
Valid Love Affairs
Why not lick off my stains,
lost causes and socks
unsmoothing the skin.
Fissures.
Crayons melting like eggs
stuck in between bones
under the nails, mixed with
Lovers’ skin.
Expecting reciprocation
poisons valid love affairs.
The stains don’t do anyone harm.
Leave them.
Read the poem again!
it’s stuck between us and your breath
is under my nails and I can’t
remember now.
We searched for crabs once
with everything stained and stuck
not allowing us to look
calmly.
lost causes and socks
unsmoothing the skin.
Fissures.
Crayons melting like eggs
stuck in between bones
under the nails, mixed with
Lovers’ skin.
Expecting reciprocation
poisons valid love affairs.
The stains don’t do anyone harm.
Leave them.
Read the poem again!
it’s stuck between us and your breath
is under my nails and I can’t
remember now.
We searched for crabs once
with everything stained and stuck
not allowing us to look
calmly.
Cha Cha Cha
One, two
Cha Cha Cha
Sleaze and sweat
decorate brows
Everyone is as lovely
as everyone
Sit and spin
Cha Cha Cha
Without those steps,
no rhythm
Loose intentions
Loose hips
Three, four
Cha Cha Cha
Smoke and song
fill young lungs
That’s exactly where
I want you
Spin once more
Cha Cha Cha
Everyone is almost as lovely
as you
Cha Cha Cha
Sleaze and sweat
decorate brows
Everyone is as lovely
as everyone
Sit and spin
Cha Cha Cha
Without those steps,
no rhythm
Loose intentions
Loose hips
Three, four
Cha Cha Cha
Smoke and song
fill young lungs
That’s exactly where
I want you
Spin once more
Cha Cha Cha
Everyone is almost as lovely
as you
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