1/29/2015
princeton thursday night
all out of coffee
and, sitting by wood slats of the
sad sunroom i
smile at a dead beetle
set the record down on
helen forrest and all she does it talk about
how she loves so madly
the sun sets on the west
sourland bramble downwards the cul-de-sac ridge
was in my line of sight long walks
but pulmonary bruises like the radiators
and that was in what? october? april?
no. april's too early
i close my eyes in bed and
i still hear that ****** song
enraptured i sink back and
i open again i open!
i can't afford to die or lose
same thing, just yet
i have dorms to sneak into and
cigarettes to put out,
more lifetime flatlines to complain about and
drain pipes to stand next to and
grass to sink into when it thaws and
unexpected phonecalls from past men
to receive.
month long in absentia you never called me first and now
i gotta go flip this record over, man.
stand up down the stairs off the bed
remind me not to blink for too long.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
1/29/2015
princeton thursday night
all out of coffee
and, sitting by wood slats of the
sad sunroom i
smile at a dead beetle
set the record down on
helen forrest and all she does it talk about
how she loves so madly
the sun sets on the west
sourland bramble downwards the cul-de-sac ridge
was in my line of sight long walks
but pulmonary bruises like the radiators
and that was in what? october? april?
no. april's too early
i close my eyes in bed and
i still hear that ****** song
enraptured i sink back and
i open again i open!
i can't afford to die or lose
same thing, just yet
i have dorms to sneak into and
cigarettes to put out,
more lifetime flatlines to complain about and
drain pipes to stand next to and
grass to sink into when it thaws and
unexpected phonecalls from past men
to receive.
month long in absentia you never called me first and now
i gotta go flip this record over, man.
stand up down the stairs off the bed
remind me not to blink for too long.