Sunday, November 07, 2010

Here's one from Spain, 2003

meandering lost
tossed from river to
raft
daft, insensible in
my bed, staring, waiting
thinking
too much of
nothing
dreams in the shapes
of bowls bought in
Mexico or feathers
picked from fallen
birds. my boat
rocks again, like a
cradle, this bed my
child-mind cries out. oh
for a little tenderness, a little
love." but the river doesn't
answer, my bed-boat is still
comfortable and I pull the
covers up and over my head
daylight savings had fallen back/
and so had I/
to bed/

It's incredibly dreary/
at 4:53/
and bells tolling/
from where?/
the church by USF/
up on the hill?/

Now sirens/
and the banging of kitchen cabinet doors/
downstairs/

Saturday, November 06, 2010

2003

blisters on my arm(s)\
I'm laying in bed/
I'm lying in bed/
don't believe a word/

I wish I had the/
twelve hundred dollars you owe me/
so I could check it off/
the list of things I'm pissed off/
about/

nothing seems meaningful/
or real/
nothings seems like/
anything worthwhile/
is that a function of age/
she said you are bitter/
but what does she know/
she's twenty eight years old/

Oh, and she's hot/
in that kind of smart/
good girl kind of hot/

what am i writing about/
it's 12:50 am/
Rene is flying in tomorrow am/
with his new girlfriend/
from Clisson/
France/

"i like her"
His mother said. Pause
"Better than the other one."

He told me/
If we hang out at the train station/
we might see his dad/
seemed like a good way to spend an afternoon/
although it was fucking freezing out/

I guess that's what they do/
in Great Neck/

I met his brother/
before the car crash/
working on his computer/
at home/
there were/
lots of papers/
all over the place/

I traveled/
with "the other one"/
in a little sports car/
from Salt Lake City/
to Jersey City/

I wanted to kill her/
I should have wanted to fuck her/
but I didn't/
I wanted to kill her/
I liked the dog/
more than her/

he buried himself under/
all the stuff in the backseat/
he wanted to be hidden/
he didn't like cigarette/
smoke/

She didn't have enough money/
coming from Vegas/
she needed my bag of cash/
made from/
growing weed/