And Then:
A is For Happy
06-22-03 - 6:21 am

when you base your whole identity on reaction against somebody it�s the same as being in--i tend to forget when i drink. i�m doing it again i think--a hand to hold, an ego to flatter, �cause you were the wineskin, i was the bladder. time passes, events fall away (i don�t think they�ll hurry). hurry up, i�m blacking out, high on the vapor, �cause i was the typo, you were the liquid paper. talk it over, talk it, overtalk it. the answer�s still the same: it�s discontent, humiliation, �cause you were the theme and i was the variation. try to take a less dramatic course of action; this attraction-introspection-diction predilection is breaking my heart again.

donoughts. milk. stuffed alice rabbits. her chipped nail polish. watched her sleep for 2 hours while leonardo fought the moustache. tickling till neither can breathe. playing in playgrounds with little kids and forgetting my keys. kissing my shoulder because shes the right height. going at 8 in the morning to see her hair cut off. giving her a coke and sour worms and a skateboard and blockbuster movies for breakfast. she hurries to check stupid people out to put her eyes over the wall and grin all big. carrying her to her car while she kisses the back of my neck. her lips are always cold. kissing her arm pits. fetus hair. drawing of us on a couch. girl in finding nemo.

i have a pen

its written everything

if i mail it

will you please just read

all the fine print

its a contract from me

it is official

there is no money

just my word

and my wish to see

your inchanting smile

and your model feet

love is a trial

this is my plea

crime to be happy

im found guilty

she is my amy

taste your jealousy

being able to breathe is always a plus.

unless youre in a gas chamber.




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