Standing on top of this wooden old bridge..
I spit my gum down below to the clear slow moving water..
It was about 4 feet deep..
My gum hit and created a ripple..
As the gum sank a gigantic catfish moved from the shadows and swallowed it!!!
He swam back under the bridge and I never saw him again that day..
The following week I arrive at the bridge again and threw some bread into the slow moving stream..
Again the huge jumbo catfish ate and swam back under the bridge..
For months I fed this big catfish..
I return one day and find a note on the bridge..
It said (THANK YOU signed ThE cAtFiSh WOODBRIDGE..)
I threw down some food but no catfish..

She was beautiful-
A sunshine girl-
With dark hair and pale skin
and freckles decorating her arms and face
Her brown eyes gave the illusion
She shouldn't be as shiny as she was

But how shiny can a girl truly be

Deceiving everyone who kept her locked up for themselves
She was sad and she was lonely
behind her pretty face and tall long limbs
Her ribs were crushing her heart
And her home was being torn apart
By alcohol and mistrust
lies and "vacations" to Woodbridge that ended in rehabilitation

And if she told anybody
They would fall to her knees and kiss her hands and feet
They would devote themselves to her well-being

because she
is a sunshine girl

Her best friend is a boy who's in love with her
(And she's in love with him, of course)
Her best friend is a girl who never feels like a best friend

And I,
I stand from the outside looking in
I watch and I wait and I wish for a moment where I could be
I could be a sunshine girl and feel oh, so free
I could live a life where people wished to be like me
I could smile and dance with my face turned to the dusty, summer sun in my favorite dress with my best friend by my side laughing at nothing in particular

Even though I know the truth
behind every beautiful life is a fruit
With skin peeled away to show the sweet inside
And a pit of deep loneliness that never really abides

She's still a sunshine girl
And her mother is tearing her apart,
But she's brilliant, she's beautiful, she's athletic, and she's loved

And I,
I only wish to turn my face towards the light
And realize there's something right
(Or sunny, of course)
About being me

Reminding me of London
Nightmares huffing afoot
Freezing cold
And far too sold
To wipe my hands of soot

Leggings tugging at my legs
In their cloth pockets
Bunching behind my knees
Restricting my relaxation
Stretching out all wrong
My knees will be baggy in baggage claim
No matter I’m here now
As you shiver there by my side
A touch is a touch is a touch too much
Wailing indistinct won’t subside

Detachment in the whites of my eyes
Devotion dripping from my cornea  
Doppelgänger in another life
Singing sweetly the song you crave
She’s named Gloria

No bad memories
Let’s push them away

Naked now in bed and I’m feeling as
Cold brew in Alaska
Try to smile spotting a moose for the first time
How much is not too much to smile at this sighting?

Thinking of Madrid
Your one redeeming quality
your thumbs
Gliding along the coffee mug
In that old woman’s cafe
Aged photos on the wall
The best tomato I’ve ever had
Walking for hours while you called me a *****
Denver
Baltimore
With the gun and the perimeter and the door

Woodbridge
With the spaghetti in my throat
And the tremble in the notes
That you chose to bestow
There I am poised
Delicately
Trying to decide
Which of the two evils
May take my life tonight

Too much time spent in cars
In the cold
On the floor
Being BORED
what a waste

Sad sad sad man
Trauma and oblivion whittle away at your kidney
Doppelgänger in another life just a sheep herder in Sydney.