Thursday, April 23, 2009

don't know you

aspartame words
unknown to me, 
the sound tastes like smooth and rich  
diction has no weight 
but intention of those words 
how they. hit me so good.
you hold back 
blood and coal and clean cut deep 

Friday, April 3, 2009

there was a star on her tooth too

i sit here surrounded
unable to talk 
as the woman (?) sitting next to me tells me through her four, spaced out gold capped front teeth, about how she's had four strokes, hates flying, and continues to elbow me in the side 
i don't say anything, because it hurts  

Thursday, April 2, 2009

pizza talk

we don't have to talk 
whiskey and goldfish 
you in cabins with fires 
that's not bad 
though this is featureless 
"i'm glad i met you"
i'm sure i caused trouble 
unworldly times we try not to leave behind 
lucky strike on a sweet neck 
don't stop moving 
held close 
to that santa and ledge 
i think of this now 
in your absence