"pinic" poems
If you didn't speak Spanish
I think I would call you up
They all say your crazy
hmm . . . just maybe crazy enough
Her life is a disaster
just waiting like
a grenade to go on off
Maybe we could play spin the bottle
inhale . . . cough cough cough
Or go for long walks downtown
She can bring her Glock
Or ride up to the reservoir
have a pinic and feed the ants
Or go see a movie , hold hands
while we get stuck to the floor
Or maybe yet
Go to the county fair
Oh yeah !
They closed it down last year
Well (my favorite word)
I just might text a word to you
Let's get together on the line
DING ! wow ,
I have a message now from you
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
Theres a difference between being lonely and being alone. When you're alone, you're calm and cool, reflecting on life, thinking about different times when you were in school. When you're lonely your demons come to life, its like you as a person goes away or completely dies. You sit quietly while this war rages inside you. You may be on a pinic or a sports event with a friend. When you're lonely you're lonely this depressing loneliness seem to have no end.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
at the
family pinic
around
the 4th of July
the fresh smell of
buttered popcorn
and snow white
butterlies
in the
air that
i breathe
the last
golden summer
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC