I live in an age where you can find a man online and delete him from your life before he becomes annoying.
I come from an age where you can dump someone via text message whilst taking a ****.
I am of an era with many pros and even more ex-cons.
I know, I've dated them.

Sometimes,
when the weather
is just right
I swim in the pools of your eyes,
                   those umbrellas
                              of mine
                               that wait on a
                                                  summer shower;
                               That blow
                               their breezes
                                           dropping
                                                   their leaves
                                                          ­          raising them
                                                                ­                    up up up
                                                when spring comes.

The times I burn for you the most,
we burn in separate beds.
The ocean sends it's waves
crashing to the shore,
fighting with the land.
Darling, I want you.
The stars, they fix themselves
to their black nests.
The trees, rooted.
Not a cloud to send for rain.
The times I burn for you the most,
we burn in separate beds.

I did the company mail again today
it was all the same as yesterday
everybody doesn't want to die again
they just want to waste more time again
why do you live
to open more mail?
to send more out?
your dollars are never enough
but you keep trying to make them
why do you try at love
when it makes your tear ducts sore?

I did the company mail again
I guess I didn't use the right stamps
'cause I'm still so ******* sick
and it was all the same as yesterday
everybody doesn't want to die again
and everybody is still dead

scattered over the lawn
two cats
seven crows
a freeway
more crows
my mind is scattered
I try to focus on counting
but I lose my place
1...2...3...
the dark corners of your smile
4...5...6...
a cool gleam in your eye

and when I find myself starting over
it's useless
thousands of organisms
on the lawn
but only me here
and one
bright
you
1...2...3

everything is still
somehow I am alive
I go outside and see the stars
they crack
                  and spill their light
   down down down
        the light reaches lovers
          friends widows...
it reaches me
               I am alone
          I am finally alone.

Some things I don't know:
I don't know the curve of your lips
the arch of your brow is strange to me
I don't know where the tip of your head ends,
and the night sky begins
The color of your hair could be dark blonde or light brown
Day is slowly turning to night and there are some things I don't know.
Some things I know:
I know you sing like a folk singer I forgot the name of
with a soft low vibrato
I know you love the Beatles
and you remind me of Norwegian Wood
I know your *** is number five and climbing
Day is slowly turning to night and there are some things I know.

--for daniel