December 29, 2009

December 26, 2009

didge




December 22, 2009

skinscreen


December 17, 2009

a 90's kinda suffocation

third eye blind's self-titled is currently the only album that matters to me, and i am not afraid to admit it.

December 14, 2009

dockside lake tahoe

alternately, "under a honeymoon"

December 13, 2009


December 5, 2009

your dog

pissed on
my first and only copy
of catcher in the rye
there are some things
you can't forgive

buying a new copy
is not the
fucking solution

i've tossed your
your carelessness
and grey conversation
out the window,

like an expired
coupon
for a type of tomato
sauce
i never liked to
begin with

i hope you
can open and warm
to someone else

December 4, 2009

finals week

December 1, 2009

November 28, 2009

D4


November 26, 2009

always the little things

now we're leading mostly separate lives
though i shouldn't, i linger
on the precious pieces of yours
only i would recognize

November 25, 2009

endorsement: boy's life nyc


i heard that ted barrow of in remembrance of things whatevs fame writes this, but i have my doubts (spelling quirks and overall execution seem incongruous). regardless, it's the most entertaining blog i've read in some time: BOY'S LIFE NYC

November 24, 2009

in defense of jaywalking

i take you by
the hand before
crossing the
street, and find
it clammy

yes, the traffic
is fast and
the streets
a chaotic
living thing -

but perhaps
what moistens
your palms is
my daring;
my unthinking
reach for
you, so
accustomed to
solitude and
the transparency
of mere talk

as i glance back
at you
a smile finds
its way to my lips

hurry you,
the light is
about to change
and we have
much to see

November 18, 2009

prescription

remain active
busy oneself
with hobbies
or work
eat well
and sleep
for 8 hours
nightly

watch the
sun rise
once per week;
only to
appreciate beauty
and without
thinking of
one's own
transience

November 16, 2009

man bites dog


November 3, 2009

tell me something about two years, pt. I

remember us?
our heads light
with vodka
and sunrise;
kissing to an
hours-long
soundtrack

(i walked back into andrew's house;
drunken snoring bodies were strewn about. we had
done it in secret. i trembled with elation, knowing that something had begun.)

remember us?
pressed to
the cold of
your car; clinging
to warmth
and that little
detail that would
become love

(we would stand outside wrapped together
for half-hours and full-hours, but it was not enough.
a goodnight message would arrive before sleep, like a small kiss.)

remember us?
rearranging sheets
in the sweltering
brown of my room,
the summer heat
engorging us with
passion and power

(small details are what remain: the way in which the heat encouraged us
to continue; harder and faster. the oddly satisfying combination of body
sweat and saliva, this often the cause of pleasantly chapped and well-used lips.)

remember us?
do you?

November 1, 2009

never far

there is the
chance:

that you were
not as amazing
as i think you
today,

that retrospect
patches the
cracks -

but memory
is all we're
made of
and i like
the fit
of a
snug lie

so i walk forward
faced backward,
transfixed,

hoping only
to collide
with some
new you

October 28, 2009

favorite band of all time

I sat and thought about her
On the train ride out
I felt my stomach turn
Like it's done for years now
I thought about her hips and thighs
With the red in my eyes
I felt my body burn

October 26, 2009

October 23, 2009

"hey man
i dig your
style"

"thanks man
been workin
on it for
awhile"

self-conscious
self-aware

dontcha know?
s'better not
to care

October 14, 2009

October 11, 2009

"get your hands off
of me,
things between us
are not the same
anymore"

i pull away and
think of something
sad from a book
or a movie...

"we can't do
this anymore"

or maybe a fitting
song lyric
written by someone
i feel i can relate to

"i'm just
going to leave"

one of my favorite
hobbies
is feeling sorry
for myself

it is second only
to recounting
memories

October 3, 2009

"We find that extreme joy and extreme sorrow kill equally; excessive and violent laughter sends the tears coursing from the eyes. It is a very common phenomenon in the world about us. Similarly with lovers: when they love each other with an equal ardour, and their mutual affection is intensely strong, they will turn against one another without any valid reason, each purposely contradicting the other in whatever he may say; they quarrel violently over the smallest things, each picking up every word that the other lets fall and willfully misinterpreting it. All these devices are aimed at testing and proving what each is seeking in the other."

- Ibn Hazam
The Ring of the Dove

you've got me eating right outta your hand




September 27, 2009

you are so pretty

with your confidence
and your dedication
to the domestic

furnishing your
home with all
manner of delicate
objects;

but the night
will rob you,
will starve you

the night
will empty
your house
and turn you
inside out

and there you
lay, on your
carpet:

pulsing and amoebic,
doing nothing
but wanting everything

but mostly,
alone

September 21, 2009

September 13, 2009

virgin suicide



September 8, 2009

September 7, 2009

when you say
nothing,
i imagine it's
everything

and all i
can do
is climb inside
your walls
and wait for
you to notice
me

September 6, 2009

August 29, 2009