Who has something to say?
Does anyone have ANYTHING to say?
Bore me.
Excite me.
Read me.
Fuck me.
Buy me something nice.
I promise I'll make it up to you.
Now, since all of you seem to bore me
(or maybe you've just grown tired of me),
I guess I'll write it down.
I guess I'll save that feeling.
I guess I'll put it all together.
Someday I'll bring the house to half
and perform if all for you.
Until then,
I hope you/we find the
piece/peace/energy
I think is missing.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
That quiet bitch in the corner.
I had a conversation today that,
had it been overheard by passersby,
could have been mistaken as simple
bitching and complaining.
Sometimes, we do that.
I had a conversation today that,
had I stopped to examine why we were discussing
what we were discussing,
well,
it may have reminded me of you.
I complained that you were missing.
I complained that you were late.
I realized that our first "fight" would,
strangely,
have to be about
your whereabouts.
And then,
there she is,
Happy.
Sitting in her corner.
She has nothing to say.
If
and When
you are truly like her,
you'll have nothing to
complain about.
Happy doesn't have
too much to say.
had it been overheard by passersby,
could have been mistaken as simple
bitching and complaining.
Sometimes, we do that.
I had a conversation today that,
had I stopped to examine why we were discussing
what we were discussing,
well,
it may have reminded me of you.
I complained that you were missing.
I complained that you were late.
I realized that our first "fight" would,
strangely,
have to be about
your whereabouts.
And then,
there she is,
Happy.
Sitting in her corner.
She has nothing to say.
If
and When
you are truly like her,
you'll have nothing to
complain about.
Happy doesn't have
too much to say.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I just listened to The Last Time I Saw Richard for the first time in a long time
It is one month later
and I have just woken up
from that very same evening
with you.
It is one week later
and I have realized how hard
someone like you must
have it.
Surrounded, on the periphery,
by irreverence
and vanity,
I say simply,
“Woe is you.”
and I have just woken up
from that very same evening
with you.
It is one week later
and I have realized how hard
someone like you must
have it.
Surrounded, on the periphery,
by irreverence
and vanity,
I say simply,
“Woe is you.”
Monday, February 9, 2009
Is anyone else as cold as you are?...I mean "I am".
I'm searching for warmth.
Sometimes, the warmth
of your palm
face down on top
of the back of my hand.
Sometimes, for my toes
as they slide from
underneath my quilt.
Often, in the conversations
between friends.
Always, if I open my heart
with the intent
of letting you in.
I'm searching for warmth
and not only because
it is cold.
A winter is a wonderful
time for a dinner
with you.
I just read this for the first time today and I found it so...well...warming. It's always interesting to me the things you find, that you've had in your possession all along, which you've chosen to ignore, that "show up" someday, and they change the way you've been seeing things for so long.
I hope tomorrow goes well. The first day without was simple and perfect.
Sometimes, the warmth
of your palm
face down on top
of the back of my hand.
Sometimes, for my toes
as they slide from
underneath my quilt.
Often, in the conversations
between friends.
Always, if I open my heart
with the intent
of letting you in.
I'm searching for warmth
and not only because
it is cold.
A winter is a wonderful
time for a dinner
with you.
I just read this for the first time today and I found it so...well...warming. It's always interesting to me the things you find, that you've had in your possession all along, which you've chosen to ignore, that "show up" someday, and they change the way you've been seeing things for so long.
I hope tomorrow goes well. The first day without was simple and perfect.
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