the ice chest

tin night cap
worn in sheets, rain and
real fireflies
find stains on suit jacket, glance
knowingly, heavily grooved
tongue trail
everything was champagne,
sex, firefighting and scallops
i love your voice
pressure cook me in
the atlantic, hold hot
panic
stricken joints
like wands
girl with bedroom eyes
you wont find
explanations in the ether
waiting like a crocodile
until it's too late
how many more sets do you have?
tall tale telling
just because

theres just one thing i have to do first

last night i have a dream
that makes me question everything
and i wake up
sad on such a
perfectly fine day
i hate fine
i hate changing lanes
like flailing, mid air, after
rock jumping, creep hopping
your skin is a place
i could live in like a city
street goddess
since i cant sleep, and dont want to call
i told you I would write you one
okay you can quit now - (i guess i knew )
fortunately
two penguins can find each
other after
despite long long distance
lets be like deep sea fish, glowing
behind eyes, mate for life
you are so beautiful
trying to change lanes

meteor might

canyon eyes
our love reflects
an avalanche of breadsticks
clean carpets
tahoe blackjack

food bin line
la selva beach
you really should be honest
stop giving your love
you changed your hair cut
meteor shower and the red moon
mildly wild and evidently nonexistent
(inside the 7-squared miles somewhere)

what if i say- i just want to lay next to you, then what -
you are stranger than him (and just as likeable )
so strange and likable -

something likes the ocean
(rhetoric)
under armour
where the wild things are
you must really love her
talk of surfing and a non-profit
welcome home
bow tie boy
eye-flirting between missions


what do you do when you have nobody? -
fate brought us together
playing, like kids, in the creek

i need a running mate

im an unattractive
candidate, i know, but
ive got a bundle full
of pencils
from all over the world
color sorted and rubber banded
doesnt this count for anything?
i love foaming hand soap
and steam rooms
breathing in laundry
until im lightheaded, spun
laundry tells a lot about a person, dont
you think?
please dont judge me
i wore a tag still on a shirt today
she caught it
cut it
with sharp shearing scissors
we talked about his tomatoes
(why cant i ever shut up)
i was planning on returning it, to
afford it, to
give it back
whats a girl gotta do in this town
to catch a break
its make or break
noodles and butter nostalgia, some
home i once had
i had a home
i cant swallow anymore, just
thick lumps and clumps and its
a poor thing, dry
noodles, i flush
them down the toilet
everythings bubbling over
pink towels, sop it
up, soak it
up, dear god, cross your fingers, dont
let me mess this
up
raccoons and radios, tan shoulders
and smooth bellies, roll over
i love your lower
back
and foaming hand soap
certain toothpaste and dry
roasted nuts

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

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

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."