6/16/2015

last june
the grass seemed a little
more alive, more like it was willing to
fight, you know?
i ask her
and she just nods.
i think you think too much, but
the sky was bluer
and clouds were shaped differently i
suppose.
I take it as it is...

Null

6/7/2015
princeton, nj

now, I don't often
go on walks by myself
anymore like I used to when

I had things to think about but
I don't exactly spend time with others
Like I used to when I was trying to

Pretend I didn't have things to think
about,
Stepping out of the church doors
early,

believing that Fresh Air and sitting in a nice nostalgic bath will do me better
than prayer, as my father insists,

Turning round the rotunda by the Chapel and Firestone,
stopping like a ***** to take in
every single detail of the virginal church panes

Church glass wiring miser.
There is three only three
students I have counted on my walk

One walks with a hand posed as if
he held a cigarette but he does not
have one.

with every step the phantasms of
men calling me from dorm rooms
and crawling around town asking
for cigarettes,

Dressed for parties,
the overall wintery sadness of it all
escapes me and all I am filled with

A very real sense of loss
for a thing I do not want again
I say "I surrender"
To the garden of prospect.

What are you thinking about?
the way your lips might cause my slow death
How are you?
tears don't mean a thing to this generation,
but they keep on flowin' anyway
What's wrong?
*have you ever wondered why fish mistake
their babies for food

6/4/2015

you pour the milk in first
In the bowl,
like a kitten mewling for a
meal

Milk is poisonous to
adult cats.

Not fondly
not with hate do I recall
My friends would ask,

The crystalline creeping February
with all its rushes and frozen rivers
"So, how was he?" of some man
I didn't care for

He had one job:
to make me forget for
1 hour
or maybe thirty minutes.

"...Surprisingly big, right?"
they'd finish it for me
Smiling and grinning
like my heart, I suppose
and my depth,
I suppose

I would not say anything to them
just smile
and light a match

5/31/2015
5/2/2015

sitting in the darkened 10pm stadium
with a six pack of beer and a pack of reds

talking about our lives. She asked me how my poetry is going
"Well," I took a swig as drunk princeton students messed with the announcement system

"I don't have time to express listlessness I guess."
there was a very particular feeling I wanted to convey though and
*oh, I can't quite put my finger on it.

5/31/2015
the first week of april

we sat on the baby boy blue
carpet of the bank, laughing until
we cried in our short skirts and heels

smelling of Valentino and Chanel
the beige ceiling plates curling and twisting in a spectacular show for us

Rockefeller college waived by us,
and everything in Princeton closes so **** early, like...

calling one night stands like
hhhhiiiii, can you buy us cigarettes?
running like my dorm room's free and I got beer and when we finally

got to Henry hall:
we were too young. We just laughed
And laughed and considered maybe
it's a sign and then we went straight to bed, our bodies warming the bed.