san francisco (words+inspiration from Max's Urbanism IV)

I think of years later,
like that day on the subway
when rain crept across the rubber mats
passengers stepped on
pushing wet hair out of their eyes

This commute is routine now,
crossing the water and admiring
nametags on roofs and tunnels
your encouraging words still
ring with the sound of train brakes

With spilt coffee, the rush to exit,
and the sharp burn of ocean wind
or maybe the lack of service this
route maintains its reputation for,
I missed your call, again

Urbanism IV

Years later by coincidence
unexpected layover strands me
once more in your city

Here, winter sounds are rubber
the hiss of tires through slush
squeaking wet soles

It was cold then too, but
you of the starbucks eyes
made me feel my blood again

The espresso machine shrieks
somewhere out there in the grey
my train replies

Snow falls, I'm flipping my phone
open and shut, open and shut
I seem to have lost your number

This Body Made Of Wind Chimes

Sleep with me, asleep. Hold my hands,
with your hands or inside
your mouth.

There aren't any tea leaves to read.
There aren't any poems worth reading.
There aren't any novels left unread.

I am sad and all the words are red
and white and quietly parallel

Parking between other words.

Let's get up.
Let's do something.

Let's just put on Queen. No one can
sleep with Freddie Mercury
screaming in their ear.

It's too windy and everything is
smashing into something else.

haiku 'bout missin' you

someday I'd like to
whisper that I love you in
your ear and mean it

so home sick, sick, so sick of home so
tired i could sleep for daze and days
and dream of all the ways i could leave i
wanna leave gotta leave gotta leave

talking to yourself in public (for m.)

I used to have a therapist
with a tray, a kindness
what did we speak of?
were there solutions?
but I remember sticking toybox fodder
and statuettes into sand

sometimes you don't have to look
for blueteeth, you know? you know
especially when aggravated
maws flex and teeth grit like
there's sand in a crevasse
unreachable by fluoride

when you look at your watch tomorrow
if it makes you happy or sad or anxious
or tired or hungry or startled or excited
or sedate or bored or resentful or wtv.
just, like, you know,
              don't panic.

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