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
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Tag Archives: old poems
five.
Itchy fingers. Black mail. Dooms day? Maybe.
Ponytails, curly ones
they dangle in front of me like spaghetti noodles.
Remember those panties you had when you were little?
The pink ones with the ruffles on the back?
You loved them, remember?
Please remember. Please.
Well anyways I threw them out
with yesterdays garbage.
sorry.
They were tired.
eight.
futuristic heartbeats will sound more like police sirens, i think.
the hair on the back of my neck won’t relax when I feel your eyes on me,
they must not understand how in love I am… though, don’t you think?
I wish she would stop talking,
I wish she would stop talking.
my intentions. (guilty).
her voice is too quiet to be heard, I don’t want to hear it.
off with her head.
three.
Many miles, downhill blues.
I have a material home to lay in,
the windows show me shadowed mountains.
Hungry for… I’ve lost it…
I’m going out West for those open spaces
those sweet touches
of air, and on and on.
Over and over I loose my concentration
and then I have to start over.
But its nice anyhow…
I feel you from underneath my covers, tucked away there;
its necessary i guess.
Talking is old news, I think we should start humming,
maybe
we would remember then.
four.
un-heard of consequences,
remixed remains of wicked
reminders,
heart-felt exaggerations re-peat-
ing on big sreens,
unsympathetic foot-shifting on broken cement sidewalks,
re-writing history into easily
stored bite-sized
packages,
buttering toast with switch-
blades, re-painting used up
spaces, using popsicle-
sticks as building-blocks,
wiping-
ing off sideways smiles to re-
create symmetry, floating down
stream on sarcastic
glimpses… waiting for
a moment…
