line of sight was unobstructed
our eyes flicker
communicating through
years of practice
...
you are no book
i can read with ease
like i developed
over night some
...
I am not a poet.
Just witness to this misplaced empathy of Our generation.
A tragic inability to identify with others.
A societal alien.
...
i want a girl that plays the violin, man.
oh, so well, won’t you know?
she drives the crowd absolutely mad
but she’s only playing for me, won’t you know?
...
right now
as they drink,
sweat and eye their
potentially profitable prospects
...
I watched the Chicago skyline
Become bright at the height of twilight
On a rooftop twenty-nine flights
I felt the daily fight
...
found you, july, on the beach
the sun-glazed-protection slicked across your skin.
the water spotted breeze poked holes
through your cream white skirt
...
my parents always said
think before you speak.
i think i have s.a.d.
...
it is what it is. my heroes: popeye frank zappa and mike campbell.)
My Honeysuckle Moon
i
found a love
her name
is...
she lives above me
and takes all my waste
with a quiet, constant
'screw you'
in the back of her mind.
well,
the past few days
i've been having
that same
quiet, constant thought.
remember
honey moons
never last long enough