Monthly Archives: August 2012

Things were better when things were better but these days with tightened belts and thinner rations it is harder and harder to take it easy especially for one like me. I am the poor I am the disenfranchised. I am … Continue reading →

OK, you’ve done all right. You’ve successfully lulled me well into security and beyond. I believed you were irrelevant and that I was victorious. I was wrong. You tricked me and I was wrong. You are proving to be far … Continue reading →

I am looking for something to fill the hole that was left so recently so permanently upon her departure. I am looking for something to live for. I am searching for the first time in a long time for something … Continue reading →

I said, “Forty five?” and he smiled. “Forty five.” “You can write forty five songs…” I said “…in a day.” He nodded, as if in assent. “And you do this regularly?” I asked, for clarity. He beamed and said nothing … Continue reading →

I have spent some fair amount of time striving to drive you from my mind. I looked for where you hid in the recesses of my memory and did what I could to expel you. In some ways I’ve done … Continue reading →

Do I have anything new? Do I have… any new poems to read to you tonight? What the FUCK?! What’s wrong with the old stuff? What is going on in your life that you can’t bear a moment’s repetition or … Continue reading →

I don’t like thinking about whom you’ve been with but I tend to spend far too much time trying to determine the precise number. I hate to think of it: some stranger bathing in your beauty you showered in his … Continue reading →

I’m sorry. I’m a little distracted, out of sorts, sitting across from you because you’re so pretty and my stomach is upset and the guy sitting behind you has some sort of a facial wart that appears to be growing … Continue reading →

She said “Show me your moves,” and I knew what that meant so I hastened to comply. When a woman asks to see you dance it is a form of foreplay that most boys are too ignorant to respect. Not … Continue reading →

I ate your fries when you offered them but do not think for a single solitary semi-second that I owe you anything. I do not. The fries which you so sullenly offered do not buy my silence or my company … Continue reading →