With any new space in life comes isolation
Coming out with quiet steps and low voices
Walking in circles to get used to the whimpering images
Of where you came from
Like wading in the ocean, you are lifted off your feet
and left bare when the waves pass
humbled in the reeling tides
washing footsteps away
In time we all run in circles,
remembering what it felt like
the first time you treaded there
hoping to not trip on the quick flurry of memories
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
how it unravels,
I have no
explanations
it’s drive lingers like cold wind
clouding judgment
grazing skin
it will never go as planned
but it is as entertaining
as it is indecisive
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
we started the way we ended
you were still dating someone
when you slept with me
I don’t know if anyone knew that
or would believe me
but I remember the afternoon before your birthday
and that white dress you still wear
I slept with another young, redheaded girl
I didn’t have a reason why
but I remember breaking up with you
the next evening
watching you cry,
I was ashamed, and ******
don’t act so adult, you might miss out
on being a fool like me
the yellow sign had crime written on it
and I let it go, trying to its memories
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 5:08 AM UTC
I have my mothers hands
Bony fingers, veins visible to the forearm
Circular scars around the elbow
I don’t feel right drinking, doing drugs
Mom always in my head,
Grey and black hair
Wrinkling slowly with red gums
I hold my girl close, the same silky bedsheets
spotted comforter I spent Saturday mornings in
I hold her tight when we ****
I don’t want her lap to leave mine
When she leaves in the morning I can’t help it
Laying naked with messy hair, alone
And my black hole thoughts run between my ears
I can hear them between walls
Voices telling me to give my life to something else
staying here where the roots grow
or parting when the leaves blow
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
She gives me everything
A bed to sleep in
I’m only human,
I want to own you, make you property
I can’t help it
Our lives are parallel
But the gap is quickly narrowing
I stick her like a needle,
when I pull out I’m bounded
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 5:14 AM UTC
Pants tucked into boots,
rolling cigarettes on the front porch as storm clouds form
big black german shepherd,
I haven’t seen anyone happier yesterday morning
you're my brother,
talking up a revolution
we’ll leave this behind soon,
Chasing hopes for a different life
Or survive the collapse of this one
‘Do you think this plastic canteen is dissolving from the inside?’
‘I wouldn’t worry about it,
you know how lead killed the Romans?’
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 5:09 AM UTC
if I knew
another language
I would tell you everything
I hardly know this language,
but I feel you know what is meant
even if the words don't make sense
I want you to fall asleep,
dream of something that will stay
call you by your name and
love you more genuinely than I could
I hold you like no one else
(honestly) I can't remember
what anyone else felt like
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 5:07 AM UTC
every night this week
we've had a warm meal and beer
we all sleep under the roof
dogs walking from room to room
curled up on the couch
watching the ceiling,
chatter from my mouth
or the others
worrying about being taken away
going home again, or
back to the cancer cities of southern california
music blares, echoes through empty hallways and rooms
*** often but seldom heard
taking pipes in the backyard
tracking dirt and smoke in the house
paw prints on tile floors
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 4:41 PM UTC
milky white eyes pupils searching
every time I step over you
long frayed coat
big ears like the puppy
and the black one that greets me
after passing through back roads
I spent summers with you
when you used to sprint
before your hind legs started to drag
before your mouth and tongue
started to sag
you sleep all day, taking your pills
‘crotchety old lady’
who doesn’t die
you’re a memory now,
who eats six pills before dinner
you’re here so we can all look into your eyes
like crystal ***** foggier with each evening
I hope you’re dreaming when you pass
that you don’t take for granted the last few months
old shepherd,
so hard to let go
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
thought she was beautiful, speaks whatever comes to mind
months too young, dyed black hair
big blue eyes
her words sounded different
but I don't mind
I see her on a TV screen
she makes me go blind
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 2:04 AM UTC