(so it keeps going, in the mornings at least)
sometimes the best things you do are the ones that nobody notices.
yeah, i'm ringing you out, and you are everything to me,
but nobody notices.

i guess that's alright.

i don't own much.

i hardly had a way to say it through my shaking teeth, my drunk mouth ( Read more... )

this is conversation:
the houses and the streets between denver and this city,
the years we spent in cold bars and hospitals, recovering.
it's a good thing you know that we're from denver, colorado
yeah, we've seen the rockies, too. we're twenty-three
and we know everything now

this thing is not on.

you should know where your plane is landing.after all and all, you are the one in the air ( Read more... )

i don't want to talk about the weather anymore. that's fine, that's expected. we've all been bored with it lately, even if just a little; and some, through and through. it hasn't changed anyway. not in the sense that this is new weather, or anything outside the seasonal regularities. just that same subtle shift, regular irregular. its only novel in ( Read more... )

this should start again and i could forge a way to reconnect with myself, or more accurately, with that part of myself with some interest in chronicling myself. its never been autobiographical in the sense of events, places, times, the immediate sense; in the way that most accounts lay life out into chapters with concrete details. its more about ( Read more... )

let us resurrect the ghost.

this gets tired and my eyes draw down
to a close to a close until i am sleeping