"mal practica" featured on medusa's kitchen

thanks to everyone at medusa's kitchen for featuring my poem "mal practica"

its got special sentiment...even more now that im in south america and the flying to paraguay is imminent.

they really do great work over there, satisfying the need for poetry in the valley, sierra and surrounding areas.

xoxo
gkitten

mountain man

your tail lights are out
mountain man
bubbles and plums
(inside my head)
and for you -
ill give you a way to see
at night
a
letter from the road
from, hollywood
were living our dreams, right?
i want you to know
im not hiding, nothings hidden

i
used to worry about you on days like today
where i feel like each moment
youre slipping away
life here happens on
elevators
the in-between, the going to
the leaving
the baby conversations and polite gesture of
ladies first
a veterans
launch party
reminiscent of our feelings
and i don't worry about you anymore
because theres nothing i can do
from here

in the meantime, I'll be thinking of you
your gucci sweatshirt
your shark kitten soft grey tee, your
skin in bed on sunday
could bring me to tears, rain
riding your bike at night
through boroughs
and new york
a million miles away

playlist

corduroy animal
brother creeper
dissident daughter
footsteps
im still alive

our last kiss was
outside a taxi
i swear i heard lightening crash
my heart seal up
my lungs collapse
the oceans are a
little stranger
the longer i run

lost angeles, ill
forget about you
under my skin, that one night
only trip, kept
us run run running
rallying

we had to
jump fences
love like a sunset
if i ever feel better
lets make a home
make a countdown until
you see your girl again

if you ever feel better
your summer days
will make mine a little warmer
some 1901 honeymoon
where everything is
everything

in the photograph
he loves you
you don't feel like one of
those
ugly people
less like a zombie
and so being without him
makes you want to die

i buy umbrellas from
some rude boy at the metro
and with so much
trouble in the world
all these serious women
crying for love
needing a lullabye

im comfortably numb
without you, if not just a
rusted wheel
its nice to know you work well alone
theres no substitution
for your lips
those hands, those hands
paint stained, careful
landslide

where is here

why are we not able to see when we are actually living our dreams...why does it take someone else reminding us? why, once we get to where we always wanted to be do we change our route, do we want to immediately be somewhere else?

why cant the destination be realized...why are we consistently searching? and for what? for how long? forever? why do we always want more?

as terribly troubling as this is, i hope it never changes. i hope i never stop wondering when i will get somewhere even after i have already arrived.

im just waiting for you to get here too.

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great expectations

i didnt expect to come to chile and to be sitting in front of the computer half the day...with a horrible cold every three weeks and listening to sad songs on repeat. but thats what im doing, my eyes going blurry late into the night, early morning and i dont sleep anymore, im nocturnal in this night prowling city. if i wanted to do that i could have stayed in san francisco, i keep thinking.

last night b asks if im glad i did this, moved here, came to chile and i feel badly that i have been portraying myself wrong. them im so sad on the phone with him, that i cant seem to stop the missing from getting in the way of the living. because besides falling in love with him (which wasnt really a choice) this is the best thing ive ever done. i feel bad if i havent acted like it. i need to stop acting like such a wimp. but i cant help it really.

the sad songs sound the best.