Is it possible that you still haunt me?Haven’t I exorcised you?Convinced myself?That you were wrong for me?That we were wrong for me? Sorry, sad, pathetic youWho at 30, has not grown upOr out ofYour life at twenty? Then why do I wake from dreams of you?Of your not quite smirk that betrayedInnocence under the player’s … Continue reading Inertia
I generally tell people that my first kiss was when I was 17. It was actually more of a make-out session that lasted for hours as we went from the Wharf to the Haight to the outer sunset and Golden Gate Park. He was a beautiful blond-haired Swede named Erik, whose English was accented just … Continue reading Four Times a First Kiss
hardy word, fragile thinggiven warily, broken easily skeleton, from fleshy cocoon,tries escape, must flee threat level, red?! green?!color blind amygdala can’t tell sorry for the carnage
Paperwork my body Ink the what-fors, why-nots, and how-tos While I worry the why-mes, when-tos, and never-dos until there’s nothing but lines and signatures a riddle; unsolvable Prison made of ignorance Made of agreements Made by no one
Sometimes easy to forgetThey see the worldMore, less, better, worseOther. See Overburdened words withNo meaningEverywhere Sometimes easy to forgetThey use two wordsand paint a thousandAs easy You say two and they seeA hundredthousand
A party her hand drifts grazes your arm reassured You are near You are with Her Your wry smile unwilling to acknowledge Her truth pleased and irritated to be possessed
The girl, who needed some kind of release, caught sight of her Doc Martens. The shoes that the two of them had picked out together. The shoes that had made her feel invincible. The shoes that had allowed her to let her inner-self roam free and unafraid, in a life riddled with fear of inner-self.