Into the ether, texts evaporate like empty prayers
leaving only hydrogen, oxygen and anticipation.
Held captive, we are powerless to do anything
but breathe in, over and over again,
until we repeat our heartbreak.
Lost Cigarette Love
Six-foot-three with dirty blond hair and a growl
Work was the culprit that ended what never began,
but in whose shadow a light was flicked.
Two lost souls by the smokers outpost,
Now strangers once more.
It's Thursday...
It's Thursday,
But I have nothing to throw back.
Remember
"Remember," said the iPhone note,
"Little things that don't involve alcohol."
I scrolled down for a list but there was none.
Halloween
I'm looking for a flesh colored body suit,
so I can be someone else.
But the one that came in the mail was for a child.
Now I have to return the identity that didn't fit me,
and pick out another one from the lineup.
Closing Shop
He reached for my hands loosely across the bar
like water for sand.
There was a pregnant pause,
then a slight head shake.
"I'm an old man," he whispered,
convincing neither one of us.
The butts of buildings...
The butts of buildings
as seen from the 'El
offer no apology.
Behold,
the glorious ass cracks
of Chicago.
At the Airport Bar
A drunken Englishman slams down his Guinness with a frothy wrath.
“Canada is America without the bullshit,” he says. “Innocents with an asshole older brother. “Yeah,” I reply, “they’re still virgins…with dirty pictures on the wall.”
We both laugh.
He offers to refill my drink but I have a plane to catch.
I’ve never been to Canada.
The morning after...
The morning after
nothing in particular
leaves me wanting more
of the lust I didn't have
for someone
with whom I regret nothing.
Eazy Tears
I cried at Straight Outta Compton.
E was doing it.
Making up with Cube,
getting NWA back together,
being faithful...ish.
Then, BAM. The past bit him in the ass.
The dream of something better kills me every time.
Boundaries
He said he wanted to touch my soul with fairy dust.
I don't think I'm that kinky.