Bought a Billy Joel album today
from a street vendor
just for my nostalgia
Because today felt
like a summer of my childhood
Played catch, sweat
and my ear hurts
Love to fall asleep
on the backseat of
my parent's rental
Sand drying between
my toe
on the long drive home
Smell the leather of my glove
bend my cap 'til it's just right
Let the smell of the asphalt and
the ac mix
Learn all the words
to that Smash Mouth song
Giggle about the drug
disclaimers on the radio
Stumble into the motel
just in time
for the last inning
Fall asleep on the itchy comforter
and wake up underneath
the crisp white sheets
Friday, June 14, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
A Poem About Nothing
Life should be equal parts
desk, barstool, and bed.
Me, I’m just cowering under-
neath the desk,
too afraid to check for demons.
visualization should
help
but the venn diagramm
of what is good
for me
and
what I can stand
turned into two poles
dragging in opposite directions
my structure has so
- many headings
- and subheadings
- and references
- and bulletpoints
it’s static again
chaos
white noise
as my pen leaves scars on
the empty page
I run out of letters
to combine
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