loose
like the sugar on a perfectly
powdered donut
and of a similar consistency

you look less delicious
coming out
than you did going in

Sometimes
I’ll stop talking all at once,
Just to see what the silence feels like.
Is it still uncomfortable?
Or does she understand
That there aren’t any awkward silences anymore.
They’re all very comfortable.

I grabbed Dad’s favorite rock
and I jammed it
in the loose earth
near the head of where
my dear old friend lay buried

and I thought I was done
Crying
then my brother came home
Early
and the whole damn family
gathered round and
had a cry again

And the collar’s in the shed
with the leash, it’s in the shed
and I’ll miss my dear friend dearly
underneath Dad’s favorite rock –
the one that’s actually
an ancient tree.

(Goodbye)

I think it’s about time you step down
From that high horse of yours,
Or maybe you should jump.
And don’t say you’ll change tomorrow,
‘Cause you know you won’t.

man’s unanswerable questions
burn holes in my
stomach, head,
appendages,
my glasses are a gateway
to a lonely world
pleasure coming only from pain
hugo is no doctor in this.

Only real friends
call your phone
at 3 A.M.
and expect you
to listen,

So listen.

Turn that damn light
off so I can
concentrate on
creating one
cognizant thought
without your dumb
questions and your
inquisitions
tearing in to
the last bits of
my sanity
at this hour
Jesus Christ.

Just let me Think
for a fucking second.

open fields
chasing butterflies
city streets
chasing butterflies
staring at the clouds
floating in the sky
but every time i
catch them they
die.

To find yourself at home at night
wishing you were elsewhere
is to hope to sleep, to hope
to dream of another place