The letting go of things,
it feels like:
a headache
low blood sugar
death defying
ill-fitting socks
Tag Archives: old poems I found
haiku for an existential crisis and some some other things
No one has ever
seen me but me, being
alive is being sad.
and also:
“no one goes to the Beverly Center”
and also:
Neil Young reminds me
“date night makes you a monster”
he sings like sea foam
a kodachrome day dream
hold on–
and also:
“you weird old sad fellow”
and also:
“you should kiss me I’m
70% water”
fuck your sad face
those sad eyes
they
burn up my retinas
they
claw at my insides
they
had me at hel-
lo
they
hold hostage
my sleep.
use I statements
you hunt me
I feel like you hunt me
I feel like you want to hunt me
You feel like I want you to hunt me
who’s the rabbit?
who’s the headlights?
maybe its me?
you know that’s not true.
I ache all the time.
I mean, when do you ache?
my body’s imploding now
heart cut in five parts,
it’s hunting the hunter now
and don’t you forget.
morning bell
morning bell
do your division now
but instead of the kids,
please cut him in half.
a poem about that one time
full body chills
babe
I wanna rest
in your
shade
babe
I wanna ride on your
handle bars
through
echo park
downtown
silver lake
and
highland park
too
take me home
and make me yours
please?
full body chills
babe
let’s do ecstasy
there is this genre
“hipster funk”, its my thang babe
let’s do ecstasy?
“make me feel safe”
“keep me in my place”
all those quotes
all those feelings
just do me out back already
push my head
over that railing
take me in
from behind
forget my name?
or better yet
“I bet you never
knew it”.
