Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Twin Size Bed

Twin Size Bed

And I guess I dream
Enough to
Dream like
Everyone else
Does

These days
I dream more
And money
Well
Well
Money buys
So much
Yet not
Enough

And as if
Buying
A big
Bed you dream
Of
Now only
To realize it
Makes you more
Lonely
And a twin
Was a
Better fit

But with money
Comes
Costs
Of happiness
And while you
Buy
On social
Standards

You realize
It isn't a race
Like you
Thought
It would be
To fill your
New place
With tables
And chairs

Because at the end
Of the day
There's only
One
Spot
Used at
The table
And half
Of the bed
Used

No matter how good
Of a deal
You over spent
Spending
You're spending
More than
You
Were
Ever worth

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Love Is Luck

Love is Luck

Don't lie
Or
Follow the
Fray in your
Jeans
For it soon
Comes apart

I guess
I'm just
not
Man enough
To at least
Stay
Together
For her

I won't
Lead
Her on
But I just can't
Let go

Lucky love
They say
Love is luck

But unlucky
Love
 Rather
Unlucky
Timing
Is how
I was put
Together
With you

Either way
The luck plays
Into things
Your jeans
but Soon
Things
Unwind
Eventually
Coming apart

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Dudley

Dudley

I drink
Wednesday
Because I never
Like Tuesdays
And Fridays
Well
Too
Cliche

Just enough
To roll
Buzzed
For tonight's
Night life
I'll never go

But join
The neighbor
For Cigarettes
Her dresses
And smoke
I hate both

An unspoken
Friendship
Just
Waves

Stumbling
In the apartment
As records
Karen O
Sets the mood

 Too loud
for
Neighbors
But no one's
Home

My mind
Seems
Empty

Cold showers
Glasses
Of water
Sobering enough
To wake up
Just in
Time to go
To bed 

Sunday, May 20, 2012

1073

1073
Is the symbol
Or way to
Spell love
In numbers

And it's the
Most
Fucked up
way
I guess
One can spell
Binary code
Not required

Because
Love
Doesn't
Flow
Rather
Work
All the same

Different
Unknown
Unqualified
Unimpressive
In it's most
Impressive form

And if you
Were to judge
You'd only
Be judging
Your own

1073
Spelled
Out
In numeric
Form

It's purest
Form still
Yet to be
Determined 

Saturday, May 19, 2012

My Airport to Yours

My Airport to Yours


And from
Time to time
I wrestle
With the
Fact of
that
And what could
Of been

My hand
In yours
Two weeks
Ago
That said
to be
True
But now
Moved on
Through
The airport
Onto
Another city

Wish
At least
Hello
Would be
Nice
Waves
As Hello
Goodbye
Never
Said

But back
to
The real world
The world
That you
Fly in and out
Of
And the real
World
That I dream
Of
Someday
Will
Match
With
Yours

Friday, May 18, 2012

Gone Away

Gone Away

No hands
To hold
Tonight
So they
Resume
In my pockets
Warm
Friendly
And for the
Moment Alone

I could hold
Yours
If you want to
Keep your
Hand nice
And warm

But the
Shadow
No longer
Resides
By my
Side

And as
Comforting
Your shadow
Feels
The sun
Glares
Down on
Focusing
on
What's not there

Gone away
You are
From My
Side

But how
I yearn
For that shadow
And friendly
Hand in my
Pocket

Someday
Someday 

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Weekly Letters

Weekly Letters

And well
My weeks
Bleed into
Each other
Like the
Ink bleeds
Through the
Paper
Of the letters
I write

I write one
Once a week
I've written
Almost
A half
Dozen by now

Because
In my life
That's how I count
My days
In the weeks
Ones
I write
To her

And I write
Conversations
To myself
Ones
You'll
Read

And I know
At least
Four more
Weeks
Until
She visits
Four more letters
I write
But willingly

Because
I know
The girl
That loves
Me
Is reading
Them
On the
Other side

Closed Doors on Hopeless Love

Closed Doors on Hopeless Love

And I want it
All
Because I
Can't have anything
But if I had
Anything
I'd give
Everything
For her

Over
My head
and
Or Head
Over
Heels
I'd give at least
That much
To see her
Once more

And when you think
As if
Walking through
The door
would be
Easier
The second time
Around

You
Realize
She isn't
Coming back
And that
Door will
Never open
Again 

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Everybody Knows

Everybody Knows

Heads up tonight
Hesitation
Rather from the drags
Of my cigarettes
But not the sips
Of my beer

Forgetting
Your texts
And silencing your
Phone calls
The norm
These days
I guess

Lost
Without a
GPS
They don't make
These for
Your mind
Or heart
For that matter

But falling
Out of line
And off the
Beaten path
Down the
Rabbit's hole

Everybody
Knows
You don't
Love her
Anymore
And so it
Be told