1

I wonder how much take

you will the time

to start remembering me.



***



2

I would hate you,

but it'd cost me

a dollar that

I'm not willing

to pocket-spend.



***



3

This is what it

is to be tired

of all the wanting.



***



4

Vocalizing

is purging. I

am over

fattness been.



***



5

He likes it when you

draw and I write

and we are like

ignoring him. That's

when we muse

our heights: Doug.



***



6

Lowness in an

inconstant lover

when the moping's

got no martinis made.



***



7

Ink stains on my

finger bends.

I am at ease.



***



8

This is my back and forth correspondence.

This is the last time we're

gonna share a word.



***



9

Ego-drenched in gun store

hold up. Heroes make the

best of blood-red capes.



***



10

Unpin the bowtie from

your collar, be

a grown up.



***



11

There is a definite difference

between boys and girls.

Twenty-three and realizing.



***



12

Don't defeat the anthill

underfoot. No one workers'

comps them.



***



13

Trim and taper. Hem

and shear to shreds.

The seamstress is

a sadist.



***



14

Maria's corpse is

fresh-laid flowers

that I never sent it.

Waiting wake with

shards of null-awake.



***



15

Jennie says, "That is one

of the things I always

tell people about you,

'As a child, she rocked

to Devo.'" She

talks of me like

an eccentric.



***



16

Channel phlipping

phinalizing this

most utter-stressful day.



***



17

She slaps the

table, says, "I'm

a poet, bitch!" and

forces I believe her.



***



18

Jennie laughs a riot,

looks my way with,

"That wasn't even

funny" and rolls in

her metal framework

chair like from

a loony bin.



***



19

You can see the

tension in the

black square

chasing down

his body parts

to cover.



***



20

Let me cuddle

in your tender

lexicon, and

swashbuckle the

evening to fruition.



***



21

Next time you

should say that

affairs are for

old, married people

eaten farce by Time.



***



22

One's got a pen and

one's got paper.

Together them make

a functional pair.



***



23

The crew's conglomerate

our friendship making

spectacle of my specter

frayed in absent space.

A conversation mocks it

ruminates that I've

forsaken her.



***



24

The silence echoes passing traffic

direction senses in heres and theres

eaten up riots by meaningless chatter.

The ink bleed pen in cranked

like arrows in my wicked bow.



***



25

Harping on the assumptions

made on a coffee cup,

refusing to admit

that heat and joy are

qualities known taken.



***



26

Puddles on the pavement

tell the clues of rainy days

that make our week's confession.



***



27

The night sky, starless,

breeds of moons in

desperate lonesome.



***



28

Coffee house-people are

amalogmates of styles

better left at malls

(half the time).



***



29

A skull that reverbs

self-inflicted gun shots

daudle less like

grunge than punk.



***



30

Rock-hard overalls and

thick eyeliner, a

curious appeal of

pixie moxie and

intellect-like glitter.

Phil, the girl, is

ravish, ravishing.



***



31

The pair of huskies

walked in two-time

passing this patio

per day.



***



32

And they cure the asphalt

with their wheels,

cracking heads

with skateboards.



***



33

A wrecking ball of barefoot,

he pets the dogs with

one foot on the ground.

His glasses are fogged

with the coolness.



***



34

Unapologetic mocking,

making fun of

stupid kids.

12/10/2006

Author's Note: sorry about the double spacing.

Posted on 12/10/2006
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