February 2011
33 posts
3 tags
I needed a song that could push me forward along this country’s long roads and still leave me a trail of bread crumbs that could lead me back home. I’m afraid I’ll get lost out there, maybe in the California hills I will pitch a tent and write poetry on the backs of my hands. I will smudge my words every time I wipe these eyes that water too much. People always think I’m...
Why does my hallway smell like the aggressive cologne of hairy men who point their barrel chests at women menacingly but try to blend in with track suits like the ones one worn by Run DMC the fathers of hip hop who broke out when I was child that didn’t know what rap was I was still listening to the Temptations’ records played by a father who never sang well but never stopped singing...
Coffee and cigarettes kiss my lips and remind me of that secret kiss with that secret girl on the side of the deli where I ate dinner earlier Our friends are not far away But we are hidden by a wall and the sound of local bands soundtracking our punk rock nights Didn’t she taste like an ash tray and didn’t she eventually put me aside the way that men sometimes put aside women and maybe...
She spoke quietly as if to tell me a secret but revealed nothing except her inexperience maybe I could show her something of the night’s dark ways and how to wake up in the morning with no guilt pressing on her chest that reminds me of fresh pears and looks like it belongs to a woman bolder than she
January 2011
6 posts
I want a woman with legs as tall and long as pine trees Cause I always loved legs even as a little boy Sitting in the lap of my preschool instructor Before going home and telling my Mom I had a girlfriend You see girls were never gross to me and it pained me to pretend And what I’m looking for now is a woman who doesn’t mind a little chivalry Doesn’t mind a guy who isn’t...
