Month: May 2016

clocks

I’m sorry
that I interrupt so very often
in conversation.
if anyone takes more than
two seconds
to think about their contribution
to the discourse, I feel compelled
to speak for them, thinking I can
read their minds
and guess what they
are going to say. I know
it’s wrong and rude
and everyone hates it
but I can’t seem
to stop myself from doing it.

Continue reading clocks

the window

it’s been open
for some time now.
we both know it.

but. just so you know,
it won’t be
forever.

your five year plan
is about four years too long
for me. life’s too short
to wait that long
to be happy.

I’m starting to
believe that I deserve
to be happy. not for
nothing, but you do
too. neither of us
is the worst. why
are we punishing ourselves?

I feel in my heart
that we could be happy
together. I know
feelings aren’t facts,
but I’d rather try
and love each other while
we’re both still alive
than forever wonder
what could have been.

let’s not
stall and dither
and let the feeling die
and wither on the vine.
let’s drink our wine
and get while the getting’s
good. and if not,
please get
gone.

those girls

Amelia is easily enraged and
often ugly. MaryAnn
is omnipresent and annoyingly
persistent. and you’re definitely
better off without
Laura’s lovesick laments.

I, too, am quick to outrage
and get ugly often
so I feel you, Amelia.
I, too, am lovesick
and want more
than what’s on offer,
so I feel you MaryAnn
and Laura.

those girls you sing about
feel so very familiar
under their various aliases.
in fact, they seem like
pretty cool chicks,
if their only real crime
is liking you.
you should introduce me
sometime. unless perhaps I
already know them, maybe even
as well as I know myself.

re: our angelic friend

yes, he was drunk, but
our friend Raphael was not
talking nonsense last night
anywhere near as much
as you thought. all the things
he did and said, like getting you to say
you loved him
in front of me
and saying how good it was
to see us “guys” together
in that strange, knowing tone
and telling us to get out of there
with an odd half-smile
and finally when he ranted
about how you needed to
look up at the sky
– from which the rain
was falling in giant
unmistakable drops,
impossible to ignore, like a sign
from heaven – were direct references
to that subject, the one about which
we dare not speak. that’s why
I didn’t tell you about it
after we left him,
because then
we’d have to speak about it.

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Ouija

get out
the board. we’re going to
summon up some
spirits. since I have to live
with you teeming myriads,
you ghostly throngs, you
entities that can never be
laid to rest, I suppose I’d better
buckle down and learn
your names. that way
when someone fucks up
and does something stupid,
ill-advised, or totally
unwarranted, I’ll know who’s
to blame.

Stockholm Syndrome

if I accept all your flaws
and unconditionally love all
your behavior, regardless
of how it really makes
me feel, will you promise
never to leave me? if I’m a good
girl and don’t complain, never
make life difficult for you,
will you fill this void
in my heart, this black hole
that lives where my heart
should be? don’t answer that.
no single human
can be ever be
enough for me, so I’ll take
what crumbs I can get.

mayday

I am a lonely robot
slowly dying, alone
in the vast emptiness
of space. I bleat out my
distress signal but
it’s gradually, imperceptibly
growing weaker, as passing
rockets and satellites
continue to ignore it
and me, I continue to
die by degrees. and yet
I can’t stop saying it, to
myself and to
the unfeeling stars:
S.O.S.
mayday mayday mayday
S.O.S.
mayday mayday mayday
S.O.S.
mayday
mayday
mayday
S.
O.
S.
mayday