Such a covert patriot.
Only a hero when life catches up.
Purple heart; the one you own is black.
Bless that nation, I no longer will.
3/18/13
1/30/13
Tags
You wear polyester pants -
perfect.
You are polyester pants
charming and fashionable
from yesteryear.
Your synthetic makeup
is no longer in style
but I still hold a penchant for you
Dry clean only?
Forget it.
That's too much of a commitment.
perfect.
You are polyester pants
charming and fashionable
from yesteryear.
Your synthetic makeup
is no longer in style
but I still hold a penchant for you
Dry clean only?
Forget it.
That's too much of a commitment.
10/19/12
Blank.
Pulsating cursor
on a blank word doc
you're sometimes, always my best friend
Beating pixels
on a brainwave
birth me creative, I beg of you
Inhale, exhale
frustration leaves me oxygenated
but still without material
to entertain you.
The End?
It's the best I've got ...
The End.
on a blank word doc
you're sometimes, always my best friend
Beating pixels
on a brainwave
birth me creative, I beg of you
Inhale, exhale
frustration leaves me oxygenated
but still without material
to entertain you.
The End?
It's the best I've got ...
The End.
9/13/12
Childhood Dreams
I had a dream about my childhood. About waking up before the day was humid to pick blackberries on a bike ride. The Cranberries could have been(and to be quite honest, interestingly enough, they probably were) playing.
Running shorts and jelly sandals. Perfectly hair-sprayed bangs. Scrunchie. Yes, Carrie was right, no New York native would ever wear one. Regardless, this was the uniform for fun in the summertime.
Remember what it was like to look forward to something? "Tomorrow, I'm riding my bike down the trail and putting fruit in my basket". Afterwards, we hung out Lucas style on the underpass/concrete graveyard near the local college. Tagged into oblivion, only druggies hung out there. Is that the first time I saw a recreational needle? Maybe?
All I know is that it was cool. Cool because it was new. I'd discovered the dirty side of my small society, while participating in an all American pastime, eating berries off of bushes and bike riding around my sleepy southwest cul-de-sac. Maybe that is THE all American pastime, juxtaposition of the saint and sinner.
Who needs to make jam when you can pretend you like the smell of cigarettes underneath the freeway? Not me.
Running shorts and jelly sandals. Perfectly hair-sprayed bangs. Scrunchie. Yes, Carrie was right, no New York native would ever wear one. Regardless, this was the uniform for fun in the summertime.
Remember what it was like to look forward to something? "Tomorrow, I'm riding my bike down the trail and putting fruit in my basket". Afterwards, we hung out Lucas style on the underpass/concrete graveyard near the local college. Tagged into oblivion, only druggies hung out there. Is that the first time I saw a recreational needle? Maybe?
All I know is that it was cool. Cool because it was new. I'd discovered the dirty side of my small society, while participating in an all American pastime, eating berries off of bushes and bike riding around my sleepy southwest cul-de-sac. Maybe that is THE all American pastime, juxtaposition of the saint and sinner.
Who needs to make jam when you can pretend you like the smell of cigarettes underneath the freeway? Not me.
9/7/12
8/21/12
Sol/Luna
Your love, it feels like warmth
radiating laterally -
a warmth I'm afraid will burn me
sometimes I question our compatibility.
Because the moon illuminates
whatever mist surrounds her -
it's all about circumference, babe
and on that note, you illuminate me
I'm all about your circumference, babe.
radiating laterally -
a warmth I'm afraid will burn me
sometimes I question our compatibility.
Because the moon illuminates
whatever mist surrounds her -
it's all about circumference, babe
and on that note, you illuminate me
I'm all about your circumference, babe.
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