Left Overs

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2-18-08

Left Overs

 

Everything seems a bit said before,

a little over rehearsed.

The lines have nothing new to me,

just recapitulation of a dead horse.

 

Why even try anymore?

There’s nothing new under the sun.

Everything’s been done before,

my art is getting numb.

 

No motivation to drop a line

unless its something new.

I just need someone’s fresh caprice

to give me something to do.

 

So boo, boo, boo,

I hate you all!

You leave me sad and over thought.

I’m a hungry inspiration-less hacked up ball;

 

just give me something new.

 

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Read My Mind Again

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12-9-07

 

try and read my mind again–

I said I love you in a sales receipt:

 

I bought your love

– cigarette, 3:00am confession

The cost was cheap

+ two year’s insurance increases my return.

 

I love you, I said it…

return fee = one burning blanket.

 

I Want Community

Courtesy of Kings of Convenience

Courtesy of Kings of Convenience

6-6-07

So I want that–

the album art of Kings of Convenience incarnating itself in my disconnected days.

I want the touch of a person beside me breathing,

creating a place where my day to day gets noticed.

Not independent, but connected, wholly needing, completely wanting just to touch, just knowing someone is there, that we care about more then just our “faith”-which has turned so cold in my arms.

Bring me the blanket of broken relationships, the warm tears of connected imperfection

the incomparable beauty of unconditional acceptance,  the real smile in loving the only way we know how.

–Desiring relationship.

Hoping that a genuine relationship is more than just an old wives tale,

Caring more then just the next laugh, or the comfortable flow of non-confrontational conversation.

I want to touch, I want a crash, I want my pieces to be broken and mixed in with yours.

I think the cuts might heal us both.

Stop my individualistic bullshit, I want community.