Paige

Paige Jul 2015

I would be very upset
if something ever happened
to my Bukowski collection.
I have 7 or 8 of his books now,
and one year into getting them.
He is not a cheap man.
I hope to one day,
have read all of his work
that was given the chance to
be published.

After all,
he is the reason most of us
realized that what we write
and how we write,
really is poetry.

Paige Jul 2015

See you

I can't stop
seeing him.
Everywhere.
Two days in a row;
but I never got to say hi.

Paige Jul 2015

As the sun rises

Now it feels like a dream
I wasn't supposed to have.
The storm passed and the sun
is out this morning.

I'm sitting in the exact same spot,
just this time with a cup of coffee,
getting ready for work;
instead of a stomach full of butterflies
and cigarettes.
I feel selfish for being happy.
It was a kind of happiness
I wasn't supposed to feel.
Oh but don't worry,
it's passed.
And I'm left finding some
kind of good in today.

Paige Jul 2015

Storms rolling in

There's a feeling in the air
tonight.
It's electric.
Dangerous.
Intoxicating.
Makes me want to hop
in the passenger seat of his car,
and drink and smoke with all the windows down.
Makes me feel unpredictable.
Makes me feel like living.

Paige Jul 2015

Cactus

Just when I was driving around
thinking about all the things
I'd do just to see you for a second,
There you are.
We crossed paths at the intersection.
Funny huh?
Some may call it a coincidence,
but I call it fate.
I just wish I could've wrapped my
arms around your tall, skinny frame,
and remember what it's like
to touch you.
I'd have to hold back
on saying how much I miss you;
and how much I still love you.

Paige Jul 2015

Cigarette break

Hello OCD/anxiety,
you are in charge today I see.

Paige Jul 2015

Monday

Smoking a little
of the blunt I have left
at 4:03 am was a good idea.
Before work,
before the sun rises,
before most of the people I know wake up.
Nobody is out when you
get your car on the road,
besides late night stoners who got the munchies,
tough older men going
to work.
And me.