Friday, June 13, 2014

You're Suicidal

Disorder shook the walls
as it manifested in the
image of a woman,
now blonde and close.

I unknowingly reached
out to her, she
accepted and began
her new exercise.

She noticed I
noticed her new
habit. She assured me
this one isn't fatal.

Now dirty blonde,
she sits at my
desk. I'm shrinking
in my cool.

Lastly, a dark-haired
boy alone in his room.
She may be losing it,
She may be standing.

I'm still alone.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

That Time of the Year

Freak Season:
Despondent mothers,
Bratty Teenagers,
Shady ex-cons,
All wandering our city.

The circus left town,
But wouldn't you know it?
They took me with them!
Follow my trail of peanuts,
And meet me in Babylon.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Dock Guy

I'm sitting here at work listening to Nirvana which reminds me how I've been locked in your heart shaped box for weeks but anyway I'm at work sitting here watching the dock while Adam goes and eats something from across the ditch and I'm just sitting here at work biding my time until an SUV zooms up with rusty cracked musty junk requesting a receipt to present during tax season because charity has a price and altruism is superficial if you ask me and I'm just sitting here writing and waiting and thinking and wondering which rope in the dock area is the sturdiest as I sit and think and wait and contemplate what Adam is having for lunch from across the ditch