Thought of Three

4-27-08

 

the evanescent thump of you

pervading in my inappropriate parts–

 

to the second gender that smells as sweet,

to the separate lender who I never keep,

 

sweep my wave again,

pulse my crave my friend

 

because there are where the words lie;

because this is why I cannot cry.

 

 

 

caught in the mind of me,

all in the thought of three.

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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.

 

Mistake

5-24-07

I always tell myself live and learn when I make a mistake.

But am I really learning if I keep making the same mistakes?

 

 

Why do I screw up all my relationships up?

or they screw me up.

 

 

I think I forgot how to sit

-the art of doing nothing.

 

 

Come back to me España,

teach me how to listen, how to breath again.

 

 

I’m so picky about my friends

yet I want to be friend with everyone,

why is that?