sitting alone at a café. oblivious. observant.
staff meeting. **** talking. deceiving. polite.
you are perfect for me, to me, within.
i am shaky. i am nervous, constantly. all the time.
i am eager to speak to you. i am timid. come closer, kiss me.
i am not afraid to dip my slice of bread into the bowl of cream soup.
it makes it soft. i like it better when you're soft.
your smile makes it difficult to go further past the core of you.
are you happy? are you sad?
are you here? were you ever?
these questions. relentless. etc. etc.
i starve myself just to know how it feels.
i quench the thirst of my heart with the liquid of your poetry.
velvet wine and sea salt tears.
give me something to relate to.
is history recorded? does someone have a tape?
king of convenience, master of none.
my hair is not as long as i want it to be.
i'm not very fond of math. i'm not very fond of time.
i like your voice, it's slightly soothing.
writing is the only way i know.
the world is at large and i am so small.
i know very little if anything at all.
i don't want to go to work.
i want to lay down on the mud of the sea,
i want the dance of waves to set my spirit free.
read On the Road with me until we both fall asleep.
miércoles, miércoles, let me be.