Anniversary, a collision of minutes days weeks. She moved in and she was sick and crazy and sick and crazy. She couldn't breathe she couldn't smile. I was living with a little illness,a little illness wasting away evaporating in a hooded sweatshirt. She needed to leave she needed to hide she was afraid of the shower she was afraid of dying she was ( Read more... )

I find myself
looking
for little
time machines
in the darkest
corners
and in boxes
of trinkets
and even
if I find one
someday
I am not sure
where
I would like to go.

Reading Jack Kerouac. Makes me hungry to leave. Yesterday I fell in love with Terry. I miss her and she exists only in words.

I JUST REMEMBERED THAT I INVENTED THAT RUNNING MAN DANCE BACK IN 1991 AND THAT GUY WITH THE HAT STOLE IT. MAN AM I PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW.

I will always love
the things about
you
that were hidden
just below the surface
Like little pots of gold
in the mine field
and you could never
remember to show me the
way
The scent of insect
repellant
and sweat and dirt
and blood
Spandex like a tourniquet
around my ankles
Kevlar and plastic
I loved you
and you loved
to push me away

Sometimes I like
to make
pretend
That all
the bad things
were
just make
pretend

It won't be
too much longer
until I disappear
until I implode
and leave
behind my specks
of dust
and I do not
know why I do this
to you
everytime
but that is a lie
because I have always known
and so have you
and this time
will be
exactly the same

Retracing my steps
Sometimes
is easier
than others
I cannot remember
if
I said
I loved you
when I hung up
the phone

Your neurons misfire
and break my heart
every time
They never seem
to miss my target
Such a little girl
you seem to get
smaller every day

Every day
Another picture
Finds its way
into that box