tears fears and joys
you brought when you
made 3 into 4
and promised 18 more
years of
adjustment/joy/patience
waiting/enjoying/thanking

your every imperfection
mine

having lost their leaves
these trees stand bare
and bronchial
inverted lungs invisibly inhaling
radio waves and other
slow moving atmospheric
molecules.

At the thought of a day without Sieve
I found myself at a loss
As a “terms of service violation” page
Blocked my path
In the same way a solitary leaf
Would derail the ever persistent trek
Of a diligently harvesting ant
I too, could not bring myself to grasps
With such a dreadful concept.

there’s no good reason you
can’t keep your whole life
in an aluminum can.

Mostly, things you can can
are really not worth canning,
while all the things you can’t can
need to be kept fresh in dry-
storage anyway.

But there’s still a few things that
need canning.

Make a bigger life,
get a bigger can.

the wind in my hair
sunburn on my neck
reminded me
i need more time with you
to be more like you
to finally know what
truly matters

My
Very
Excellent
Mother
Just
Served
Us
Narcotics

Some evenings after
songs are finished
ringing in my ears,
I tend to wander
towards the cafe
where the young hip
kids all sit and
smoke their
cigarettes, while always
asking questions that
mean nothing, though they
like to keep pretending
that they’re learning more
about themselves and every
other thing around them,
painting up a better picture,
just so they can finally
sleep at night, But
I know better. With
the songs not finished
ringing in my ears,
the whole damn world is
crystal-clear.

the barometric pressure
(whatever that means)
causes not acne
as much as heartache
as it brings in rains
or lack thereof
and fails to wash away
your sins

no good reason to
sit this one out, it seems
all of the time spent
on spending our money
has caused us to greatly
underestimate many
values determined by
supply
and
demand,
though all of the spending
leaves everyone feeling quite
spent.
God,
Damn it, why is life
so sweet at 3.a.m, yet
so sour at seven?

I’ve been spending a lot of time with someone
spending a lot of time with someone, late while
all the rest of us have run on off to sleep,
and while histories and jokes abound, I
can not help but fight the thought of feelings
moving upward, though they linger just beneath.

And in some respects I feel a baby sitter,
and in others, I must be the third wheel,
though there’s always four of us, all things considered
And anyway, what the fuck do we just
sit around for?

you’re beautiful
you’re wonderful
and everything i hoped for
small complications
with long drawn out
solutions

oh and
i forgot how crappin
little sleep i get

Alas, I feel beset,
both with the swelling urge to
write, and the swelling
urge to never write again.

The latter, it does not take
hold so well. The former, it
often stays not long enough
for anything to come of it.

So, as all such evenings end,
we (I, specifically) are left
with another ill-crafted, rambling piece
that was meant, at first, to
prove that things can still happen,
and yet it only serves to highlight
all the bits that havn’t happened yet.

I doubt it.

A ripe Saturday afternoon,
perfect in it’s postcard beauty,
dead leaves shining in the warm-enough-to-wear-a-sweater sunlight.
The wind blows just enough to prove
that wind can still blow on a day like this,
wile the coats and hats we left
on the back seat of the car are forgotten, a passing thought lost
to the momentary respite of a fall
that can’t make up it’s mind.

Under these conditions, all things
are love and life and beauty. Under
these conditions, Everything is a miracle
if you squint your eyes, just right.

there is no way for you to love
except to lay and need me

welcome to my arms little one
don’t ever ever leave me

There are worse
Fates
than doomed and damned
to live a life of apathy.

Those fates include,
Eternity in Hell, lethal
injection, drowning, cancer,
and having to go every day
knowing that you’ll never
amount to anything.

…Oh, wait.