(This poem is in progress, i'll take any suggestions on it)



He has a three legged cat that hops through the room,
and he tastes like *** a lot of the time.


I dreamt about an old lover the other night,
He held my waste tightly while I searched for…

You.

But I wasn’t looking for you human form,
Only the distraction
Of another’s scent,
The warm embrace of someone who uses the word ‘love’ without
Knowing its power.


I want to walk on the street again where the old church and courthouse are,
Sipping coffee and wearing torn tights, fashionably ripped I’d tell my mother, when she tried to throw them away and wash my jeans too much.
They faded, as did our snow tracks, and the areas we slipped on ice are melted now.
To ant covered grass.

Loud crowded bars are now, only a memory to me and and you’re messy room where all my belongings are lost, is owned by another now.
They do not know whose memories are stored there.


I go in and out of numbness like of the beeping of a heart monitor.

---alive---wondering------alive-----wondering—FEELING----getupw­orkgotobedwriteitdown---


I am not lost like I always thought I would be,

It is more like the times, I pretended to sleep next to you but was really listening to you breath.