Something to Lose

There comes a time
when you cannot tell someone
you love them
anymore
because you’ve
realized
you actually mean it.

troubled cure for a troubled mind

Any Robot Would Have to Agree

You cannot
let go
of something
you were never allowed
to hold.

(Click picture to know where it came from…)

Construct

The elderly women in their laminate
covered chairs knit with thin
and nimble fingers, wearing
floral summer dresses as a breeze floats
through the nearby window, top pane
propped outward with a book.
It’s cliché, I know, one has a sweater
draped over her shoulders, but she does
and who am I to call her typical.
Outside the mud stained door
of the brick building where the ladies visit, dust
floats as particles made visible by the violent
sun, carried nowhere by the gentle wind.
Each one passes me by. I cannot
gather them together for knitting.

Now I Know How He Felt

One night after closing
the head shop where I worked,
I met my dealer in the parking
lot to buy a bag of weed.
We were friends,
practicing on occasion
an innocent flirtation.
He was a bit younger,
taller than I and his car
was much nicer than mine.
I waited inside it, breathing
leather and vanilla little
tree while he made
a telephone call on the pay phone
outside the shop, dark inside,
neon blazing on the glass storefront.
I lit a cigarette from a stolen pack
and watched him speak, hand overhead
bracing his slouch against the booth,
voice rising in apparent agitation.
He began to scream, “You don’t care!
You don’t care! You don’t even
FUCKING care!” as he slammed
the phone into the receiver again
and again, then released it to swing,
innocent victim in a lynching.
As he made his way back to the car
I averted my eyes
as you might from the pants
of one who pissed himself
in a drunken stupor, pretending
not to notice his tears.

beautiful

i am addicted to this song.

lyrics.

enjoy.