Rotten 3/3/2011

there's a tide turning inside of me. I've gathered myself a storm.
The boy died in me yesterday and today a man was born.
To me you are a poem. I read you everyday.
Sometimes it's sweet and soft like rain
dancing on my face
some days it's me
cold and dark
and I know you feel me suffer.
But for you I'm strong, and always wrong, and in this I am tougher
We are mountains
We are trees
We are illuminated when we breathe into each other
I got high yesterday
and I hit the bottom
cut my hair cause I felt rotten.
like an apple...
drifting away.
but I see your face and time is erased.
you are my shooting star.
Don't say anything.
Because all I do is listen
you're eclipsing smile
enchanting words
in the midnight sky glisten
forever.
forever.
forever.

Sometime Soon (date lost)

One week since I told you I did it. Some words passed over text messages, even saw you once since. Feeling separate, we finally collide up at grizzly peak where there is no where to hide. We kiss in your car to the rhythms of dinosaurs stomping around, we danced with our hands in a quiet duet - our only successful dance, we stopped at the idea of how it looked, and that is us: How we look, and not who we are. I look past how it looks, and I see how it feels. You feel what I see and pass it back to me. Then a long drive back to your house, listening to a band that you turned me on to, that you don't like anymore, but I continue to. I appreciate the change in the scene, while the actors remain the same. You need a new cast, and you search for this cast. I talk a lot of shit and shut right up when I see your face. I let you take control, to let you think you have control, and I keep my quiet strength. I will let some light in one of these days. I will let it shine through. Sometime soon.

Harangue 9/13/2011

"All talk

don't go to shows

or to bars

so why should I hit you up?"

After a long pause

I told her that

I had an amazing personality

So she laughed

through her nerd glasses

pronouncing

sexy and smart

through dark

thick frames

I'm sure they aren't prescription

So I go home

smoke a bowl

open up Pandora

Play Bonobo radio

I become downtempo

I become paints'

apprentice.

She's watching me

waiting for me to poke a brush through her

so I rush to her

she's with another hand

and I trusted her.

Paint becomes the girl I spent my time with.

She doesn't go to shows or bars either

but, we share a commonality

we both need love

and have amazing personalities.

So she loves herself

and I love she

we don't ever make love

only share sympathies

empathy dancing to

Bonobos intricacies.

Sampling the fruit of

the fume. The plight

of the plume.

The light in the room

gazes at us

welcoming the passion we share

beckoning us on and on

Continue! Says the light

Continue so I can be warm

and shine for you!

Ok ok ok

we wave the light away.

Now, she doesn't sleep

only drifts between the colors

of sleeping.

The waves of dreaming

one coming more rapid than other.

She writhes like a still born

come to life in the tide

My paint woman never goes to sleep

Sleep comes to her and

she insists that he desist

to harangue at her any longer