Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Something else.


i tried to write about your eyes
but i ran out of cliches

i tried to say you plainly
but there wasn’t enough truth

whoever invented this language
didn’t anticipate you







January sixteenth - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I take a walk outside.
These are unhappy colors.

-XXX-
 

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Another walk about after dark; it's my point of view.





internet things ep. 2

I’m only good with faces
So excuse me past ‘hello’.

Instead, I’ll avoid names
and say “hey you”, “hi” or
Fuck it, I dunno… sup?

(come on—help me out)

Eventually, I’d have you on fb
then we’d all remember…
Birthplaces, birthdays, and
all of the other special ‘extras’
we were all just ‘dying’ to know.



And now that I have
your attention…



              …goodbye.

-XXX-

Dia de los Muertos





There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.
-Jean Paul Sartre

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