Tired from the day, I stretched out my arms in cat-like form, yawning like a tigress... and there was a single thought.

"I may have whatever I like, right now.  Just name it, and it is yours."

My apartment is somewhat smallish, the paint chipping in white scraps in places unfrequented, the shelving slanting in the office and only three of five bent ( Read more... )

My first argument
is for your loved ones, current,
who you render without chance.
Who can compete with an image
Relentlessly cycling perfect
In your brain, heart, fingers?
Your invisible tape,
Invisible centimeters and scale?

My second argument
is for your past
and the glaze you cast on it.
Certainly, if your past is not present
There was a fault,
like a rift ( Read more... )

People will love people
As the pillow concaves,
Turning to them in the night
When they don't exist.

People will love people
With hands inflamed and
Words like fists,
Kisses like knives.

People will love people,
Endings out of lost imagination
Forgetting that life's greatest
Is about not knowing.

Released on February 8th, 2008
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I woke up with gumption, tearing off covers
To truth myself to you, writing more thoughts
That you can't stomach
Like candy too poignant.

You know, I
Believed your promises, again and again
To change yourself, to remember my preferences
To do such wonderful good, to help yourself
"To work on it."

But you don't realize how short you fell
On this pavement, and ( Read more... )

About 11 hours
with interspersed,
digital voices have
left my brain with a hole
since my ears have
nothing to do but
wait

About seven minutes
is all it took
for me to change one thought
into a person whose awkward
return glances
show that we still have
youth

About the rounded day
my fingers sense
a missing quiver, since
your gesture of quizzical
romance isn't
present ( Read more... )

To the girl I almost hit with my car:
First, you were right.

Not to calm you or make it justified,
but I would rather start with what we both know

When I woke up this morning,
an unfamiliar hangover graced my senses
like a brick as I kept forgetting
what to do and why to wake up

Stumbling through this apartment, over my
miscreant things that I know I
don't ( Read more... )

I realized, when
running for the subway
I forgot my umbrella somewhere
in the mess of us, to realize
that my being in friends or
with the city meant little:
there is still the push for
alone and home,
the sense of not growing
into people and still
that here is fine
without any one.

Released October 24th, 2007
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I love it when I come home, the day's energy
Spent on this hand-held oxymoron of everywhere
and disconnect, but that one moment...
When your voice unfolds in my hand
Makes every single reformat, reset, and recharge
Worthwhile.

Released August 28th, 2007
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I crumple up a scrap of self
and throw it, down to an abyss
I cannot see, failing to thud
or crash with satisfaction.

Skimming the moss, I wonder
if water-gods like that sort of thing
when they're making the impossible
from scratches on paper.

Lacking drama, a ballpoint pen
etched the lining of my brain for
something greater to a college-ruled
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If there was a way
to pour blood into
music, I would.

Needles would pinch;
Sweeter pain, never;
Harmony would drip, and I
would tremble with loss.

This would be fortune:
No need for formaldehyde as
I would be bone-dry, the moment
pronounced
dead.

Released March 30th, 2007
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