Friday, July 24, 2009

run this town

what a
waste of
red nail polish
i want you to
miss me, dammit
cute mustang girl
coastal crush
go on baby, be a
poet and patriot bartender
we are both the same
same healing touch
and we never finish what we start
thanks for letting me sleep soundly
your kindness once moved me
what happened that night
i miss the ruby room
riding with
low air in your bike tire
you were such a
great kisser
that devastating tongue
soothed me

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

public transportation

youve ruined
certain songs for me
i cant listen to opening
chords
without recoiling
scarlet behind eyes
i want to say
thank you, when i see you
with my fist
a meeting of flesh
isnt that what you
described it as once?
how terribly illicit
this bus is broken down,
baby
this is creeping me out
i told you i would
meet you at the beach
and its just full of
emptiness, full of sharks
youre no
renegade
you just have a
nice skirt on
tomorrow
will be an ambush (almost trapped)
im
just wondering what youre up to
you beautiful blond on sunday night
complications, situations, and timing
well, well, well
code talker
youre just
gold throwback
tired manhattan
standing all alone

Friday, July 17, 2009

distant dreams

in another life we would love each other, you think, drinking white wine in full mason jars by the edge of your couch. you are proping yourself up against cushions and calling people you havent talked to in months because it will feel better to talk to them then someone who may actually know how you feel. when they ask "how are you" you laugh so hard in the phone that wine drips out your nose and you are smiling and chatting and say "things are fabulous, my life is so great right now."

Thursday, July 16, 2009

west coast chai

buccaneer beauty
you know that i know
about her
gypsy girl
you say curtain, i say cotton
you can never over think laundry detergent
its proximity to
skin
ocean empress
princess babygirl
the clear view
damn you're good
those fillmore eyes
let me count your
freckles again
i swear ill
get it right

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

the longing

don't be cruel
this shall soon pass
you secret squirrel
seven months later ill still love you
im leaving soon
and i want to have a
little fun
sign stamped envelopes
lick the sticky
these nights
out our back door
im hooking another sunday
on the hat rack
of spickets
the long shooter who gave me a semi-private show
stop stealing names, like zoe, that
used to mean something
lets take the fast track
such pretty eyes
you have scars tattooed behind your ears
windex clear view
dmv this morning
powell station crunch
insignificant places, significant
faces
have you met my sister?
west coast to east coast
were all just birds
in mid flight
i realize that I'm not o.k
ultimately ill find myself
missing you

Monday, July 13, 2009

the key to resiliency

if words are all we have
why am i still hiding behind them?
i wish i had some words
of wisdom for you

and just because were talking about real life
doesnt mean were
telling the truth
im angry at you
doesnt even come close
to what i mean
what i mean is
youre ruining my life
im pulling tales from cyberspace
to accurately
describe how i feel
a corner casualty
doesnt experience
pain, like knives
like pills
pain killers
isnt that funny?
that girl in the red truck
will never know that
you smiled at her
unless you
tell her
i dont want to make long distance calls
for you anymore
i cant bridge the gap
with a drive over bridges
youre so locked in
find you in blankets and stuffed animals
count slowly, one, two,
three
while holding your breath under tunnels
words arent all we have
lets not limit ourselves
i have you and you have me
but not in the ways we want
not the ways we need
i promise ill start telling the truth
i promise when i burn
this to the ground
no phoenix rising
there will be outlines
heiroglypics
to make you feel something
make you say it out loud
like
i hate hospital beds
i hate how skinny your wrists look
under my old long sleeve shirts
i hate you only call me when you
need something
and how about im tired
sleep isnt even sleep anymore
its just trains and hair dressers and nightmares
we learn from the best
you gave this to me
take it back

safe spot

good choice
foolish people -
don't leave me this way-
gone and eventually forgotten
you cant tell me how you feel with
all these
elephants in the room
its a
silent film festival
you and your "rad' colored dress
i'll tell you
ten lies that kill men
little miss
closing girl
save a washcloth, lick a face
tiny kitten licks
i'll pay you off like
student loans
at my own pace

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

writers on writing

its fitting, dont you think
that we sleep on a bed
of books
hold us steady through
a dance off
thick paper bound books
just read the time travelers wife in a day
i sleep to dream
these nights
spiral coils
shrunken mattress, i only sweat the bed
when im alone
skulls tucked up
under chin
jello legs and fragile
temples
hold me in place, put
words under me
support my frame

distraction

the best timed
exit music
only happens in movies when youre
falling falling falling
in life the sound of
your back to me
is deafening and terribly innapropriate
dearest
this city is surrounded by water on three sides
wait for me at the
ferry terminal
when I want to smell like the beach
heres an understatement -
we share the
same moon-
im just a girl with bubbles
1984 printing machines and
you told me I have a beautiful smile
the way things are these days we have to
hold on to something, cause here comes both barrels

soon it will be july 2
some greying hair wonderland
were all just
divine dolls
en route

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

were so close, i can feel it in my bones

this is a
success story
exploitation of minors
PERSONAL SAFETY TIP


my SEQUOIA soulmate
you were supposed to go with me
I have finally realized and accepted
your hands were made
for fireworks (for me)
this business of art
wont kill us
enough
re read things
what were you doing in 1993?
in the haze of mission cliffs chalk dust
your voice like
pottery
i wont forget balcony dreams
(picture us there)
how much i missed you across
worlds
patagonia snow
i want him to hate me
so you can love me
lately love me
dont worry baby, youve already been
a world traveler
snake fireworks line up like
presbyterians
we were so american
silly office crush
TU SABES QUE TE EXTRANO
round midnight
why won't you let me love you

george

my morning wake up routine

dance like i got ants in my pants.


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Monday, July 6, 2009

side streets and are you going to pay for that?

remember when I told you that I dreamt about you the other day?
i meant it
i dreamed you and woke
up with your legs
lovingly locked
drive golden gate get lost forget make time
travel
traveler's wife
dreads and a Mason jar
such stunning stimulants
4th of july, walking ritually
street lights exist
pockets of darkness, she
found her way back
ingrained though intoxicated
you pulled me from the wreckage, dont
you get it?
im not broken anymore
glasses and ny times
it's been a little weird
i've been hypocritical but
i'll never give up
on this
in precita park
its so obvious
friends wont get lit on fire if they mind their own business
two men in a teacup
saucer eyed girl
deep breaths under fig leaves
it smells like home, it smells like home
dont laugh at me
i need
help with a physical address
in removable white tshirts