Sunday, November 18, 2012

Addicted to doing this, thanks Chloe + Max for inspiration

concrete streams bisect distant lawns crossed by foot

under endless faintly sprinkled constellations.

warm, this lost in passing.

your face, never seen - nor felt by

our passengers, a chirpy rasp

of a jet emerging - this of crickets,

this of directions to the lilac street lamp.

prozac

gotta try somethin new
gotta try somethin new
gotta try somethin new
make my blues go away

writing letters to a daughter I might have someday
gotta try somethin new
make my blue goes away

drinkin all night and moping all day
gotta try somethin new
make my blues go away

I put on some makeup
made my face into clay
kissed some new lips
that had nothing to say

took a multi-vitamin
stalked some new prey
gotta try something new
make my blues go away

our town (max redux, masha tribute, new mexico homesick)

chirp on, sprinklers.

the faintly-lawns see you, you lost passenger-foot:
your face warms to a lilac felt by
 passing jets. constellations of Corona
on the sidewalk rasp underfoot.

have you listened to the distant
crickets? endless in both directions.
a streetlamp, heard.

Urbanism III

this chirp of crickets
lilacs lawns, sidewalk endless
in both directions
faintly-seen jet stream
bisects the emerging constellations
lost passengers

they have never heard of our town
nor seen your face by streetlamp corona
felt the warm concrete underfoot
listened to a distant raspy sprinkler
this chirp of crickets

we listened to that macklemore song already

you're the most interesting you can be at
11pm on a saturday when you apologize for
ignoring me so unsurreptitiously

we're lukewarm and not-
quite-the-same as we once were

like left overs