On Wednesday

I saw you through the windows of a classroom
as i was passing by

and my shoe was untied

only it might not have been you


but you were running
your hand through your hair
and looking slightly frustrated or
trying to grasp a concept

and i slowed down to get a better look
and i remember how you made me feel
like a small bird
when you held me

and i remembered your pheromones
in my mouth

you were wearing a forest green
short sleeved shirt
i remembered how you used to
 own a closet full of camo

and i didn't know you then
and i still don't know you now

i knew you once

you held me and it made me feel
 like a little bird
and i cried with the light on
and you didn't understand why
and i felt terrible

and i'm glad you didn't notice me
because i think you still hate me

but you didn't hate me once
and we smoked cigarettes and
laughed a lot and
you don't own camo anymore

you probably still smoke cigarettes

you probably hold someone
 and make them feel
like a delicate bird

it might not have been you

my shoe was untied

Cookies and Blowjobs

I send you messages
The internet consumes me
Or stuck with the hook in my cheek

Night falls sooner
The moon is missing
And I want to lick the dirt from your ears

Even if you were closer
You wouldn't be here
It pains me to know you're afraid

And you say you miss me
Not in that way you want to kiss me
Not love me or stay

The way you talk to me
I wish it were real
Or maybe someday in your arms again

Distract me from feelings
I hate you and distance
My heart would explode were it weak

You're not all I'm thinking
I'm weighing options
A Libra doesn't forget her scales

Tomorrow throws secrets
At stardust and naked
I lay and wait for your hands

If I were in reach
Distraction won't take me
I'm lost in this desert sand scape

But I'm free from your charm
I lust you and wish
That the right thing would just be here  soon

Anyways I dream
About you and me or him and I
and blowjobs and beer bottle chilled hands 

They Call It a Game But I Must Have Lost My Copy of the Rules Because I Don't Ever Know What To Do Anymore, And Even When I Do, I End Up Feeling Like I've Made The Wrong Decision

I wanted to watch the morning with you, and cook you breakfast,

but i didn't know if that would make you feel uncomfortable, so instead i did nothing at all.

I feel a warm sense of regret about that; the way a shot of whiskey makes you feel warm.

No.

The way dropping all of the loose leaf papers out of your binder makes you feel warm. And you're already feeling small, and no one stops to help. And the inside of you gets a little tighter, like the knots in my lower back that run along my spine.

I wanted to whisper in your ear and tell you how sexy you are, how badly i wanted to fuck you, but i didn't know if that would make you think i was a slut, so instead i did nothing at all. 

I feel a cold sense of regret about that; the way a stiff breeze in the mountain shade makes you feel cold.

The way waking up alone makes you feel ugly. And you can't remember the last time someone told you they loved you and actually meant it, but it's too early anyways so you stumble into the kitchen to make coffee; your hands still numb to sleep, the grinds peppering the countertop as the percolator gargles the phlegm out of it's tired throat. 

I wanted to text you and tell you i was sorry for being so quite but that i felt really comfortable with you, and that i like you, and do you like me? And you can say no, in fact, tell me no, because then i can just let go of all of this and move on, but i didn't know if that would make you think i was crazy, so i did nothing at all. 

I feel a strange sense of relief about that; the way finishing a book about something real and something alive makes you feel; satisfied, humbled, pleasant. 

The way spending time with your family and not getting into a disagreement about scientific theories or the color of your t-shirt being coral or pink makes you feel home. 

The way finding someone who wants to spend the morning with you and make you breakfast makes you feel loved, because you woke up next to them and had great morning sex without even a whisper, and when you text them later that day to tell them how much you appreciate them and they reply thankful with equal feelings, you feel complete.

Tunics and Scarves

Walk away, your dying day, good morning and goodnight.
I dream about you in my wake, my sleep deprived sight
I'm blurring pictures from memories, but my stories always straight
don't listen close
as i exhale my lungs, my slanderous tongues, these dangerous words wrung,
together like bicycles, icicles
The freezing air of this morning bliss, freezer burn on my slender wrists
and heat rash upon my thigh.

I'm climbing trees inside my head, I'm catching birds and moths in nets,
I'm sleeping in tents, with a boy and sheets
the rustle beneath, the way we breathe, and shift in time
with cricket songs, and rooster cries,

till sunlight's touch becomes too hot, burning memories beside our thoughts
and the space between our silent heads, heating up from words unsaid
gone to bed like the cluttered bodies and teary eyes
of most situations that start out strong and end all wrong

but not with you, on that cold spring night
when skies above told fantastic lies, and below our ankles flew all the flies,
the damp, no, wet grass, when time did not pass, for almost too long

but it was just right

and finger tips touched heights unknown, and babies slept quiet, alone
like infant dreams of nothingness, and nothing less than this last kiss
we shared before you walked away to unnamed feelings

until the unnamed face was named at last and labeled "Love"
as if it happens as fast as light
electrical currents, bright white, might I tell you one day
If i do not, I promise at least I am no beast
the way i feel towards you've increased, and won't cease

with my actions, separating feelings like factions
no more of these fractions of truth
that flow like currents of winds or streams, the oceans sing with everything
those crickets, those crows, those roosters, and so what if i sing with them today
of things not forgotten, but idolized, memorized, hypnotized
I'm mesmerized at what i think when i think of you, and how you still care

i can hardly bare to see her stare, and I'm sitting there wondering where
her thoughts collide with reality, sensuality, sexuality, technicalities
like how much does she know? I'll never know
but i can guess, and i can dream of being with you
one more chance to give back to you
emotions, true, through and through
proverbial to me; ones that set me free and make me capable
of holding on and trying hard to make it last, unlike the past

did i ever say how sorry i am?
i hope you forgive, i hope you condone because
I'm out on my own, subsequently alone,
happy to be what i define as Me
something i did not have before, similar to being stuck on the wrong floor,
and there is no door,

but now I'm standing at the shore of this expansive sea,
not looking anymore for an answer or a truth
just for you to be okay with me behaving this way. saying these words,
admitting, spitting, requiting, old news, quitting old habits from the last time i had it

it as in love, love with no pre- judments like:
he doesn't love me back, heart attack. i lack the facts of how you feel
towards me anymore
i never should have been so mean, unclean, stupid, obscene, seeing life like a movie screen: simplistic, unrealistic, pessimistic, thoughts ballistic,
but now I'm different

and life is strange, but one thing hasn't changed
i miss you. side by side
and like descending tides, i run and hide, subside, reside by myself

the last book on the shelf. you know my story better than anyone else
and so i surmise that you've left nothing in disguise between our hearts

scientific charts of vertical lines which say our sentiment will remain
unable to attain, my feelings are restrained,
and i can only hope, like and ambition, but i'm bad at decisions
and i'm lost in this vision.
leave me and object of your derision

Institutions in Psychology

in pictures and pixels on bright backlit screens
through color or grays and blacks

i feel my gut bulging
bloating from gloating
that everything's great looking back

as i flash images
of experiences gone by
after they've molted from growth

after all the thoughts and desires
have turn to dried out old toast

i want to be able to make sense of it all
the feelings that throb through my veins

i want to know why i get so excited,
with anger, or sadness, or pain

and i can feel the demons
rushing around
wearing down my delicate entrails

they're filling my mind
with manilla folders
and eraser debris blacked from details

looking back into the past
it feels like a storm
is rising up inside of me.

it is a resounding hum,
it is a beating drum,
that is played for full moons next to open seas

with time
i find
memories blind
and the new
comes from something old

so with change,
therein lies
the strange,
butter and flies
and crumbs that stick to your soles

we are left with the bits
the segments and sections
of instances from long ago

and it all becomes true
as they say "one cannot simply move on,
until, from the past, they let go"


and life wants to escape
from these stained window panes
but even if it succeeds

it will move on,
and away from the place
but the place, in the mind
does not change

the cells, or chemicals,
or DNA structures,
or the particles in between

remembers,
and always holds true to its form
like the fragments of glass left unseen

they are the ghosts of our brains
like ghosts in a house
that cast shadows upon your walls

but the lights flick on
and nothing seems wrong
in the morning the mocking birds call

so though it seems lost
or forgotten or sad
i know what i have to do

still i find ghosts in my blouse
and these ghosts in my mouth
don't want me to let it be true

for if i let go
counted fingers and toes
of reasons, the forgets and forgives

these demons inside
and around me they glide,
would die alongside their votives

Its hard to agree
with the inside of me
when i feel pulled out like taffy

i want to look back on the times that ive had
but i know that it makes me feel crappy

for the person i was
or the way that i thought
or the the way i treated people

because part of me knows,
though older i've grown
i still feel all the same evils

falling with no strings

fall into the darkness

feel it all over


one day i will wake up and it will be the newest day of my life

hold on

to the
past to the
present to the

ebb and flow of the currents

the river runs down the street to find me in my underwear

no

naked

i have no way of knowing how
or when

but one day i will find you floating there, beside me

in your underwear

no
naked

and numb
to feelings
finally

with nothing to lose and nothing to gain

and the future will be everything i hold on to

the only thing i have
and the only thing i feel

Something happens inside my head when i realize how much i really want to be with someone and how much i am willing to give up for them, even though i have no idea how they feel about me.

This morning i dreamed you kissed me.
I woke up alone.

I think about you a lot.
I say to myself
"I really like that kid"

I don't know what the fuck to do about it though.

I think I'll just go back to sleep.

Years Since Past

riding around,
i have lost my way

but then again

i am here

here i am


i watch you in mirrors
through glass
through glass


you're the book i read twelve times
and still cannot understand


like letters sent years since past
i see your face when i reminisce to fast


and all of the sudden my heart fills up
with the wings of butterflies that long ago passed
so i pretend i am a brick wall
but too soon i crumble down to the floor


oh and back when
i was with you

you reminded me of
a straw hat
on a hot summer day
to keep the sun
out of my face

or how one time you almost died
by running with scissors across my eyes


you filled the bathtub to over flow
you filled the sink to shave under you nose


i wasn't just young
or just naive
i wasn't innocent
or a petty tease
i was in it and
it was love



and it was sucking all my blood
draining all of me
draining me of all i was




but what about you


are you riding around?
in circles,
maybe squares,


but you are gone
so i shouldn't care



instead i wonder where i am

i'm riding around in
circles


i am here

here i am.