DUI

born

2 and 3 and 4

in the meantime

complete

firefighters biting down the cake

this is a happy day for us all

call me tomorrow

i'll

eb flesym

tight ropes

they are killing killing killing. two today, how many tomorrow?

these ruthless dictators (the government) are killing people: people, like your cousin and your lover, and you.

executing those with no crime but being heros, and opposing and criticizing these bloodthirsty, megalomaniac, power-mongering bearded beasts who call themselves "saintly," "just," "god-fearing."

i wish they feared their god. it seems like they only fear the people- a people in revolt.

.

some days when you wake up,

but your bed keeps whispering softly: stay stay stay in my arms,

doesn’t your pinky toe, restless and ready,

beg you to storm out?

. . .

and, contrary to previous-post-related belief, I love my friends. I just don’t love the ones that aren’t.

xoxo

She hangs up the phone, the last, always-the-same words still echoing, "Ok babe. I love you. Miss you...Call you later."

"Who was that?" she asks.

"Augh. That bitch again."

" Umm...which bitch?"

They send kisses and hugs and sit down for coffee asking you a billion little questions. From your waist size to his, from your rent to your rags.

"Oh, and by the way, I got that internship."

"Babe! that's great. What are you wearing tonight?"

Nothing. I'm wearing no labels and no laces and no see-through dresses. Nothing is as see-through as the "I love you's" that are thrown around in a drunken haze.

"By the way! I'm not supposed to say, but, I have to tell you what x and y said about you -"

Nah. Just go play with your powder.

can we buy coffee
and marry the beans?



can we talk over the steam
and carry
in our pockets
chocolate-covered espresso's
for those early days
that never appease
and never end?

can we leave the mugs uncleaned
and watch them stain
permanently
buy new ones instead?

can we, can we, can we please
read my fortune
as I stick my finger
in the remnants of that turkish kind
and slightly taste
the bitter future?

can we have the illusion of decaf
with
fat-free cream,
sugarless sweets,
in an imaginary room
with
windowless windows
and loveless loves-

the dream of awareness

re-resolutions

happy new year:

i'll try to be betterbetterbetter

drink less coffee, alcohol, and poison

walk more talk less

be on time

tell you "i don't fucking like you, don't want to see you" when i have to

tell you "i love you" when i need to

smoke less cigarettes, smoke more ganja

hug more, other things* less

keep promises

not promise anything

oh, and, get my drivers license.