Wallamo

Wallamo Sep 2014

basement apartment
new font, no heart
don't flaunt
I don't want to know you
or your life at all.

street dresser
thanks friends
mend my mind.
did you stray or stay

what did you say
to me when we spoke

vague day
grey
moving away
ambiguous jokes

nervous laughter
nervous laughter

music
you're sick? I'll help you
i'm out of view you're out too
two great two
to manage
tattoo

picture
call
picture
call

distance far
sadness far away
grey

Wallamo Aug 2014

Wrapped

If you didn't want to talk anymore
Then you needed to tell me
Or at least do it gradually
Don't peter out so ******* casually

I'm not gonna argue with you
I'm not gonna fight for you
I didn't think August would come so soon
So I wasn't really ready to lose you.
But I didn't ever think masculinity looked so good on you
Until you cut your hair and got your cool tattoo
And if you're moving away you'd better do it soon, go far west, **** with Winnie the Pooh.

And together was a good place to put us
And "everything happens for a reason" was so far beneath us
And all our friends think they're gonna get through to us
But I can't get through to you
You don't even seem to give a ****.

I'm better than waiting around for reasons to open up
Your "what you see is what you get" attitude
Sometimes ****** me off
I wanted to feel important to you and it's not like we moved to fast or moved too soon
But you're moving away, daaa, so that's ****** too.

My mom always makes fun of me when we're texting
Smirk on my face, being funny has never been hard for me
And I like when I can make you laugh and I hope you do
But right now I don't wanna do that because I feel like a ******* fool.

There's no answer for us here in this giant country
Living in Canada has never really made me feel lonely
There's not much for me in my giant city

But it's not like I'm gonna up and move around the country
But if you asked I'd probably say "you want me? I've got nothing to do here, so we'll see." But I'd worry about what everyone would think of me
Because they don't know we've even thought about dating.
It's a great secret that everyone probably knows
It would be great if Manitoba would just put up a sign: closed.

when you read this poem, I recommend rapping it aloud.

Wallamo Apr 2014

Wolfish

I'll admit, it's disappointing to see your cracks
and they're growing.
Not large, not broken, but enough that they're showing.

I was beginning to think you couldn't ever be sad;
Hoping that you could be the joy in my life that never goes bad.

Of course you are not. It would be cruel to expect it, and
It's easy to want everything new to be poetic.

Expectations are worthless, and I blame myself for each one.
For straying from my past, and avoiding no one.

Eventually I will break, and will have to confess that
from moment to moment my heart strays
from dark to romance.

I turn on the "closed" sign when you don't entertain
my selfish and needy and hugely flawed ways.

I'm falling, I think, but from so far away.
I don't even know if I'll see you on Monday.

Though we planned and we planned
I thought this would be it.
I just wanna kiss your lips with my lips.
And see if this fuss I've been making
Is worth the trip.

Not-so-involved, hard-to-be-truthful, I-hope-you-let-me-in-really-close-because-i-want-to-be-with-you-i-think, kind of poem.

Wallamo Mar 2014

I'd take a plane (I can only count to four before I'm back at one)

Paperchase and a hundred tiny blankets are the moon, but I'd take a plane to a tiny island on another earth far from ours and far from our moon. Of course, it holds no comparison. But how could it? How could it when years and years of history and development and discovery have been made about the moon, while finally an organism was found on this tiny island on a tiny earth somewhere so far away from our earth and from our moon. That tiny island's just got to be a little bit closer. It's moving at a snail's pace toward me, but it's moving. And someday, if it's ever possible, maybe I'll go there. I'd take a plane there, if I could. It's just not close enough and I can't afford a rocket. But I would, if it would accept a visitor. Maybe even a resident.

It's nice to daydream about a vacation on an island far, far away. It's so perfect and unique and foreign. Are there other people there? I hope there are not. I would like to be the only one there when I finally arrive.

For now I will keep sending postcards, in hopes they will be received.

I can only count to four before I'm back at one.
I know you're the same. Let's get to five soon.
See you at five.

Wallamo Oct 2013

Reflections from a coffee shop visit pt. 1

These ******* calling everyone
*******
really need to check in with that.

Wallamo Oct 2013

C.rush

You have beautiful hands.
So wrong to write about a taken man.
To desire such a forbidden lust
but to be wrapped in your arms would be perfect
introduce me to your art
bring that passion to me with those lips
It's been a long time since I longed for a kiss.
To feel you a against me would be beautiful
(like your messy, curly hair, oh my I am swooning.)
Before now I've been making it up
like a play-write, a poet, an actress,
hoping for just this.
Can you hear my heart beat from four doors away?
I want to laugh with you all night long.
Please tell me that it will be done.

Still miss that trombone.

Wallamo Sep 2013

Friends

Unconditional love is hard to find.
We hide, we seek, and we fall on our faces
(At least, I have)

But in the darkest of nights, let's raise a glass to our friends
The ones who give us endless love, tough love, pure love.
(Beloved friend.)

The ones who will yell at us when we need it
And the ones who will yell at those who have done us wrong
(True friend.)

You, my friends, are my family.
To family!
(Sacred friend-family)

So in the darkest of nights, the brightest of days,
You are my light, and you are part of me.
You are who you love, and I am my friends.

Precious, true, beloved, sacred, magic.

Friend.