not sleeping anymore

you don't get laid much,

i can tell by the way you just threw your jacket and your clipboard on the guitar sitting next to me because you wouldn't possibly assume it to be mine.

posted by d @ 10:28 PM 1 comments

this time (revisited)

last night in my dream we were making sweet love
and I called out your name to the stars just above
except it was daylight outside
because even my dreams
lie to me.

you had these strange spots on your face and neck
but I promised to love you even if you were sick
and you called me three times
in the exact same day
just to tell me you love
the way I stayed

strange that you felt so real on my lips
in the morning light I kissed the bone of your hip
and it was perfect just like
something never had
always is

and if you never have it,
it always is

in the morning I woke to that feeling again
like I’m standing outside and I’m looking in
to my own life which
hides and mysteriously
lies to me

all I have is this 2-D face in my mind
like a picture I’ve seen more than you and I find
it’s a different beat that breathes
and follows my feet
this time

this time

and I know now that it was just a dream
a manifestation of the subconscious I bring
to bed each night
so I have something to sleep
beside.

posted by d @ 9:43 PM 0 comments

it still moves (revisited)

the boat rocks in lingering exhaust. i remember when i was 5
and the horizon was just a moving line.
now it's shrinking in the fog settled to the sound
of water foamed at the mouth, swallowing itself down.

i look down at all the leather shoes.
water beads my skin like sugar melted sun.
i hope no one sees
the salt in my eyes,
it still moves.
it still moves.

your eyes are the broken sentences of my mind.
the awkward pauses stretching through the same frame of time
that swept the streets,
with orange colored leaves and left the days
shorter in reply.

can you tell me why
familiar feels so good,
better than good itself sometimes.

posted by d @ 4:25 PM 0 comments

LTD

my skin is pulling back on itself
as a result of increasing elasticity.
I don’t think anyone would notice this but me,
but it is.
right between the freckles.
all over.
when I look at myself in the mirror,
it’s as if I am slowing down the plasticity
enough to watch stimuli bounce nucleus to nucleus,
loop again,
rush the release,
and compromise the potential.
and it’s an odd phenomenon.
these mV are stretching time for me,
for the purpose of my recognition
and I am amazed, I am.
and I am fortunate, I am.
and I am grateful that the opportunity to witness this event has been bestowed upon me,
I am.
also,
I am dampened by the excitation.
by the new parts inserted.
by the strengthening of responsiveness.
by the plastic.

posted by d @ 5:25 PM 0 comments

awkward silence

I’ve never seen anything like these orange colored streets. Everything I look at appears like the face of a postcard, pretty, but transient, and traveling someplace else. I dreamt last night, about them. And I could remember which ones lost their leaves first. But in the daytime, which is grabbing my hand like a tightened wrist- band, I am only worried about the trees losing their leaves because I remember how long it took for them to grow back.
And still they feel warm and soft but dry in their death, sort of like the sea and cake, two things which obviously don’t co-exist and yet seem to taste good anyway.

posted by d @ 11:13 PM 0 comments