Sunday, April 29, 2007

sunday sleeping

I dreamed of you but
not involuntarily
not unconsciously, not subconsciously
the un-prefixed way; on purpose
scenarios putty in my mind
Like daydreams, only not
because i sleep for these
Sleep multiple night-times
in the middle of the afternoon
sleep pudgy lethargy
until I come out on the other side
and then turn over
and do it again

I didn't expect to miss you
and then did it anyway
When are you coming home?

Saturday, April 21, 2007

because it isn't exactly blue

go away, marcie
i'm very good at references
see the pie
he loves me because
of the terrible fish

Monday, April 16, 2007


perhaps the deepest secret regret is
that i will never find that perfect series
of random events that are so easy
to imagine in my wildest dreams
perhaps romance is
not something that will find me
tiptoeing unhindered up behind me
to give me memories
i already remember
from tomorrow
perhaps there are no love stories
for someone like me

Sunday, April 8, 2007


first boy i told
so bold
mother, she would scold
well hey
were i to say
oh, stay
would you say okay
chat a while
and smile
or is it all futile

like whistles