There are promises I don't intend to keep, and the James Bond movie I bought and left on the bed that I made for you, I'm sure to break the date. When I feel sorry, I clean. When I feel lonely, it's when I wake to see you dressed in all your work blues, your shoulders awkward, your body too tall for all your short securities- I hear a "Goodbye, ( Read more... )

"Are you Jamie? Jamie's here! He said she's got about one minute to walk in here and you walked in right at one minute." I looked past her to hear him yelling from the next room.

"Where you been? You almost didn't make it, I almost gave up on you" he said, half behind the door, the other half walking down the short hallway that leads to the front ( Read more... )

Realizing I only visit my books just to clean the shelves, stop and leaf through, the sensation of pages gliding over the grain of my thumb. And landing abruptly with a laugh, the words on the page matching almost exactly to the song I was singing.

Ah, with borrowed tongue, tell me more about the things you will do.

And I will walk through sunlit ( Read more... )

Driving home under the arc of oak trees

wondering if its chronic or hormetic.

The sting from the ammonia is the only thing

I have to worry about while I sing.

Muffled where the walls swell

behind the Vietnamese restaurant,

the failed casinos in my rear view mirror

and I'm coming out of my shell. 

Chicken, cherries, and vodka for dinner.

I don't get it.

Tequila.

Tequila + a calorie deficit.

until my sinuses clear.

Going outside with a head cold is truly an act of civil disobedience, nowadays.

And all the people passing by me, all dressed the same, I couldn't see a face.

They all looked the same. 

the journal in my backpack, and have pledged to pry it open ( Read more... )

I ever should have stopped writing. The things that happen when you lose your muse

are stupid, really.

How hard is it to just write down what happens? In a way that is simple. When I was younger, I didn't have to try. The words just fell out onto my lap. Now that i'm older, they just rattle around in my head. They have to be unscrambled.

I've never ( Read more... )