May 27, 2012

The secret purpose behind bird
migration is sex? I don’t know

but that is what I’ve heard.
Could be the same for me, or
you, even. To pack up and flee

a circumstance, a city,
to look for love (see sex)
in another vicinity, this
is migration

of a sorts. Girl, no one
has made me want to migrate
like you. The gray sheets of
silt I saw around this
island were starting to
dissipate, I swear.

But then, well, you
know it goes from there.

May 26, 2012

Vampires don’t even know how
to live this life.

***

Can’t you make a pornographic
movie with me?

***

A minimalist experiment
into what people will tolerate.

***

Every single day (literally)
I think of you. Torture.

May 25, 2012

Females have been creeping up
in my dreams. An odd assortment;
some of the ones
you’d expect, some
rogues. You are there,

Reader. I see you in the corner,
taking in the catastrophic fantasy
sequence.

***

A centaur and an ant are
drinking tea together and
I’m naked and we’re just
holding hands.

May 24, 2012

May was a shit month
he said, chugging on his Guinness.

Christ, this movie is weird
she whispered into his ear.

Oh no, he’s just my ex,
she laughed.

Fuck, I miss her
he thought.

he said she thought we don’t
think of us.

May 23, 2012

Pretty girls & legs
(leggings) make my heart ache so.

***

Under leaves made
emerald by streaming
sunlight,
you enter my thoughts,
often.

May 22, 2012

A perfect clarity fluids through me,
brightening my internal organs with

a secret white, bright light. It is love
I’m told.

How now do I go on living if the light
stops its flow, even for an instant?

Good question. Hit the air conditioning
unit and dream up an answer.

May 21, 2012

If she uses the semi

colon in a text, then

I am smitten, at

least for a week.
Do not treat me

like garbage, &

that week might

turn into a month

or two, or three.
But be careful

how you tread

from there on

in. Things could
get sticky.

May 20, 2012

Insert fun time here:
A park place,
with pretty

people, a frisbee
and some dogs.

A canny feeling
creeps over me.

What else? The
sky is so blue
now. How is it where you are?

May 19, 2012

I don’t know what’s going on.

***

I am like a bat, minus the
echolocation.

Drunk men will chat you up
if they think you have a smoke.

***

Depression is not looking forward
to anything. If you’re
depressed, why keep living?

The knowledge that something
other than the present exists
fuels you, or it should.

I must remind myself of the
future more often.

May 18, 2012

As the sky turns from dark, navy
blue, to a brighter hue, he stares.

There is a madness in his mind that
he cannot shake, try as he might.

It is the madness of her, of the
rejection, of the friendship that

once was. He can understand so
much; why not this?