Wednesday, July 24, 2013

You're Far More Attractive On Paper

we met at a party, i left alone stain lipped and light headed. i spotted you at the grocery store, you might've pretended not to see me but the way you navigated through the produce was heavenly. i stood behind you in line at the coffee shop and your hair smelt just like wood chips and mango. i mowed your lawn before i mowed mine, i could see you sitting in your living room fanning yourself with an old magazine, i tried to count the beads of sweat that gathered on your collar bone. you probably thought i was squinting because of the sun. at the dinner party we were both invited too, i sat diagonally from you and kept refilling your wine glass before i'd pour my own. you folded and unfolded your napkin seventeen and a half times. you cut me off on my way too work, but i didn't mind driving behind you. i write about you in my journal, and you're always far more attractive in pen then in person.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Calendar Inked Predictions

the swift flick of a pen, creating a date in your calendar, in the blank space that haunted you for months. a plan forming, in the air, this thing you cannot hold, but the pen creates a date and even that may not be tangible but you can feel it's weight as you close the binding of your agenda. the anticipation makes it swell. i've been missing you for so long, you don't even know. only my calendar knows, it's been trying to harbor the intense amount of want that i have for that day. i cannot wait to come back, and to see you again. there is another daunting square that rest slightly behind this one, and it reminds me that i will have to come back and even that thrills me a bit, this bittersweet pretzel of coming and going, but surely i like leaving and i most certainly like staying.. and for a while i hope i stay with you, a little bit longer as the doors close and i am long gone ahead, but i stay there in your memories, a stain glass image formed upon your irises. 

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Summer Girls Are Dying to Be Free

summer girls are dying to be free.
growing flowers for their hair,
dancing in the open air,
summer girls are dying to be free.
making gallons of fruit drinks,
dressing up to beat the heat,
summer girls are dying to be free.
matching their bathing suits,
grabbing a ton of summer loot,
driving in the best of cars,
breaking hearts and leaving scars,
summer girls are dying to be free.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Atoms vs. Adams

Fire engulfed the idea, shooting atoms into the space between the decision and the action. A slow spread of motion contemplating the percussion between sunrises and sunsets. The bubbling feeling of what ifs and could haves are resetting a blaze to any notions that might've been danced upon. But all this fire is making a lot of smoke and casting a haze on our dancing shoes. And there is a different spin on atoms and Adams in this sphere that I'm trying to collect slumber in. 

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Hatred in the Glow of Your Computer Screen

These morbid cyber relationships where everyone comes to flaunt their plastic affection is bound to melt by all of your over heated technologies. For there is a breech in privacy when you experience things organically. The words are less computed and more muted but the feeling is stronger than your Internet connection. The birds use to tweet but now the people are fleeting to make birds out of themselves. I could find your face in the Book and scroll through all the empty compliments warped in the glow of your computer screen. Please look closely at all the animated knives you do not see because out in the real world without wifi or dial up without hour glasses loading, there is a sky and clouds floating and everyone is surely talking shit about everyone. Don't be fooled by the sense of validation your web browser gives you. You're off to a site with people that hate you and you've equally spread your own share of precious viruses on this loopy trip we call the net. We're all in it, the net, this trap, begging for us to document everything. Encode your life before it goes viral. We're all just marketing a different brand of hatred. We're just a bunch of Internet monsters disguised as friends, fans..