kindly forget about me for now
and remember only when it is too late
to call me and ask aloud how i've been

i've been trying to define loneliness
though feeling little
and i sometimes go whole days now
with only your shrill laugh tingling down my spine as a reminder

when does anything ever truly sink in?
does life really grant us any such moments?
one second fantasizing about what could have been
next second frantically punishing myself for what should have been
next second fine, calm, drunk, high, gone, elsewhere, reading poems

buy one get two free sales for bread expiring in a day
and we will never be us again
but worse things have definitely happened

taxi driver
you may smell unsettling
and your belly might be closer to the wheel than your knees
but for the next ten minutes I am going to tell you stories
that I ordinarily wouldn't tell some of my closest friends
when I pay, bidding you farewell, I will tip you
and tomorrow I will remember that
your smell and obesity
didn't keep you from appreciating
a decent conversation with a stranger
and that only I was paying attention
to the smell and your obesity
which makes you better than me

i'm sick of not being heard.
no one listens, or perhaps
i'm not saying what i think i am.
though the words sound wrong to me too.
thought, though, that they might get through.
after all it's you i'm thinking of.

thought bubbles not in resemblance

you broke all the promises
why am i blamed for all the hearts?
and don't you think i've punished myself
for not knowing you
enough already?

we are children with maturing to do.
me far less than you.
because you give up,
and i prefer to **** up.

you can't say you know until you've
been it.
been there.

what should i do
while the ceiling
is really the floor
you **** him on
above my head

it's all quite natural
the process of decay
through which
i've held your hand
yet that's no relief