Monday, June 28, 2010

Sights are set

I am no more an assassin
than I am a poet

I breathe to heavy
I shake too much
My mind never clear enough
never still enough

yet I sit in this chair
steady my legs
pop my fingers

inhale

exhale
and type

I'm not good enough to kill
but I'll severely wound

everyone

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Somethings Stay With You

I haven't been in love
since I vacationed in Mexico

Lust

hot like that
Tijuana summer

aged just enough
to know the difference
between love
and tequila

Sweaty
on those dusty streets
flip flops march
through pick pockets
and small dark children
offering "chicle"

walked along that pier
out towards coronado
it seemed to go on forever

but everything ends

everything

Sunday, June 13, 2010

it is what it is

she asks for love
poems
as
if
they
ooze out of me like
lyrics in an acoustic
set at some
dark coffee house

but I don't play
guitar any more
and
I hate chai

but I will say this
you're as important today
as you were when we met

and my love for you and everything
you are
you do
you live for
only grows exponentially

it will continue to do so
until the universe recognizes
us

and finally concedes that we will not

end

a city weeps with me

Woke up this morning to find
that I'd been widowed by my

heart

Left this hole inside my chest
serrated edges
with a surgeon's precision

It's true what they say
there ain't no sunshine when
she's gone

the song sings
clear and true

that I'm not myself
when
I'm not with you

its overcast
in the forecast
minutes cease to pass
alcohol will not last
everyone asks
about my laugh
but

thats gone too

my smile in a
head on collision
with
your absence

I'll end this
now

Don't want this piece
to become
a sloppy love jingle
I'm no
gym class hero

I am
however
a ski ball champion

Yes

I brought up that again

because the memories
of you and me
are the
memories that I keep
the moments that I save
the perfect recollections
I'm taking to my grave

They'll find me
with my smile in my
casket

Because if I live and die
for you
then I've lived
my life with passion


Wednesday, June 9, 2010

To Really Notice

I sometimes wonder
what you see
when you see

me

Do you notice me

Do you notice
when you walk into
a room
my mood
my day
my life changes

Do you notice
how when the light
comes crashing through
these windows
it casts shadows
from your hair across your face

Do you notice
your smile
when you laugh
your nose crinkles
a little and its perfection

Do you notice
that when we dance
the room stops to watch

Do you notice
these minutes apart
spent like small eternities
waiting for a spark
of your existence

Do you notice me
Like I notice you

Friday, June 4, 2010

older now

its hot in this town tonight
the heat makes everyone
a little crazy

sweaty

as the alcohol produces
louder screams
shorter tempers
sloppier smiles
easier girls
violent men

I was a part of each of those
at some point in my life
still am

but tonight this couch
is comfortable

30 is closer than I had planned

I am

No one knows what its
like to be a God

but I do