Rain again. This time I didn't make it to the tracks. At the crosswalk, I held two cars before the second crossing line in epileptic suspense. While funny, I disliked the humor and walked to the oversized California overnight delivery box. Gave my umbrella the quick fold-down, held it by the handle's cutesy draw-string and looked laterally. ( Read more... )

Sauntering home in the first memorable rain. Right hand with umbrella, socks hinting a weight of water, over-sized headphones, only the left-side with sound. Wilco's "I'm Always in Love" came on. Moved from the side of the rails to the center. Made sure to walk only on the wooden frame, right foot on one plank, left foot on the other, and so on ( Read more... )

Walked into a bar last night. Despite balding and age, the stools stood up proud and straight. "Give me what sad people drink," I said ( Read more... )

Life left me six years ago.

Walked out; made me
swallow the change. No
more drive-waiting car, no
futon in its room, no
whiskey in the jar, no clenched
underwear by the floor--but a note.

Scrawled in a too-steady hand:
You don't love me anymore. And
don't listen. And I have needs.No explaining the growth, like ( Read more... )

What is that moment when you first hear the thoughts of another and want to claim them as your own? I remember it happening a few times. Maybe I shouldn't mention the names--out of shame--of the people that elicited this reaction in me, but what the hell. I can list them because I usually rescind my adoration. Actually, the purpose in this ( Read more... )

Where have the words gone ( Read more... )

Nothing bothers me more than when the girl looks bored in porn. I want to be the one letting her down.

Tripping over her boredom, mumbling with my body, forcing staged pleasure, I kiss her. Eyes clamped--hers: vacant, distant. But that's not enough. She should expect something; I should have an image, a reputation. Then she'd be too nervous ( Read more... )

It's been awhile; I don't know what to say. Dreamt one night that I murdered a friend. Another night, I said to a gray sky: "The clouds look like they're dipped in ash." It felt profound, but waking interrupts feelings ( Read more... )

Wish Me Luck

a fresh spiderweb
billowing like a spinnaker
across the open window
and here he is
the little master
sailing by
on a thread of milk
wish me luck
admiral
I haven't finished anything
in a long time

-Leonard Cohen

I miss everyone.

Hello. My name is garrett. i am soooooooo cool. my girlfriend is cool too. like wow its like woooaaahhhh shes soo cool. oh hi joaquin.