if you were not light, i would continue to open and close the door. - rumi

18.3.08

...

i heard a voice telling me to get the fuck out of line, and for a moment it was unclear whether or not the voice originated in my head. i turned around, half expecting a fist to meet my turning head. what i found was a heaving chest belonging to a man with six inches and forty pounds on me. the agitation etched on his face added to the chilling effect he had on my inner child.

who was i to argue? this was but a small bump in this week's events and i'd forgotten what i wanted to buy anyhow.this shit with kenya needed to be cleared up before anything else would effectively register. the six foot four latino in front of me was the most immediate, yet least pressing of my problems. how did i fall in love so quickly, and why did it have to be with her? i didn't expect these problems when i'd asked kelly what she was doing after work, but i guess there are always consequences for your actions. fuck, where'd i put the coke. a line or six would be of great service right now.

i just wanted to write the quintessential american play. now this.

i might of been five

when i was five, i killed myself.
and i've never been happier.
a new life for a new life,
one without alcoholic dreams
and panacea kisses.
one without violent outbursts of
disinherited feelings.
one without stomped hearts
or sylvia plath.
when i was five, i killed myself.
and i've never seen happiness.

people drown like this

do you want this to be
that drug addiction love?
do you want this to be
that slam you against the wall
slit your wrists kind of love?
do you want this to be
that fuck twice and forget kind of love?
do you want this to be
that new housewares kind of love?
do you want this to be
that move to georgia with 4 chickens
and a goat kind of love?
do you want this to be
that beautiful and frightening, so smash
it to bits kind of love?
do you want this to be
that hair in the drain, drive me crazy
kind of love?
do you want this to be
that bones of coral, eyes of pearl
kind of love?
do you want this to be
that would you like some more
kind of love?
people drown like that.

failed haiku

in yellow,
you are tiny drops
of the sun.

he knows you're disappointed, he knows you think he's weak

i drink two glasses
of white zinfandel
for every cigarette
and i finished
part one of
ON THE ROAD
while taking
a shit
in the bathroom
of my parent's
north suburban
dream house,
and yet,
clarity eludes me.

...

i get more familiar
with the
budweiser can
as the day
passses without you,
you were my
drink of choice
once.