Wednesday, January 9, 2008


The don't walk starts to flash when I see her. It's been well over a month now, but here we are. Opposite sides of the same street. She hasn't noticed me yet but my heartbeat quickens despite this. The orange warning blips closer and closer to our inevitable encounter and my mind is awash with how I'm going to handle the situation. A friendly hello? A wave and a smile? Or maybe ignorance is bliss and I should ignore her altogether. I quickly rationalize my way out of the latter scenario, realizing that said action could only make things worse. I wonder what 'worse,' in this case, could actually mean. Do I even want to see this girl again? Does she want to see me? She seems weird anyway. Or maybe I'm weird. As I continue attempting to grasp the greater significance of our relationship and it's implications on my interactions with women, I realize people are beginning to bump into me and cross the street. They fire off annoyed glares as I stand dumbstruck in my own self-contemplative state of disregard. She's closer now. I forgot how much I love the color of her hair. Five feet maybe. The warmth of her body. No, ten feet. The warmth of any body. I'm always bad at judging these things.

Never Deserted

plaid bears and leaves
encompass our bodies
as we sleep

the convertable bedding
had me feeling achey
in the daylight

i always wake
without delay
never alone

to the sound i heard wailing
from the outdoors
through the window...

i say good day!
why do you haunt me?
like times two hands clapping

troublesome lucid dreams
they come
with the absence of caffiene

the sage will burn slowly
like morning cigarettes
with my coffee or tea

i always wake
without delay
never deserted

i wont be late
for the birds all laughing
will sustain


I say good day!
why do you haunt me?
like a second hand paintings stare

Really Any Wonder

is something I'll never be guilty of.
I never claimed to have it right,
I just claimed to have it.
So, if someone becomes a believer
it's beautiful, but secondary.
Sing it, or read it, but
do not think for one second
that I will try to coerce you.
Rhetoric is for the philosophers.
Banter is for the commoners.
Boasting is for the misinformed.
Complaint is for the misanthropic.
So here
is my humility.