Tuesday, March 27, 2007


Well I held you like a lover:
Happy hands
And your elbow in the appropriate place.

Friday, March 23, 2007


.so much love-shove.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Talk of yesterday and
She will show her
Brothers photographed
In callous clothes.
Say tommorow and
She'll say come find me
On a beach, and there will no moon.
But say today, and she will kiss your face
And maybe forget.

Talk of yesterday like bargain shoe strings
She will kick the car and find her friends.
Say tommorow and then
She'll describe some old communion cups
And someone's coat.
But say today and she may look your way
And lead you home.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

borrowed pencils

You feel divided when cars pile up at the mayhem of rush hour.When you go shopping yet end up with nothing but a freakin hat and a striped shirt you probably won't even fit in to.Or when you're driving with two fat friends talking about molestation while Stephen Lynch sings about 'superheroes' in the background.

Breakfast at 10pm has suddenly brought about a new meaning in my life.Scrambled eggs,sugar-coated french toast,crispy hash browns,buttery biscuits,fluffly pancakes.Asians who can't pronounce 'dessert'.Bald waiter who stands randomly.There is no purpose to some things.Kind of like borrowed pencils.You know you're never going to return them,what's the point?When do we really start convincing ourselves that this is it?No reruns,no second chances.A memory is made and thus we are to live with it,wishing,hoping,praying, that things weren't the way they were.If only I was 18 instead of 5.If only Bush wasn't elected again.If only..if only...And just like that,you're sitting on your front porch one fine summer day.Your cat in your lap,icy lemonade melting quickly,watching the pretty neighbour take her kids for a round of soccer practice.Them making their memories as you sit and rot with yours.