January 2010
10 posts
OMG.
TODAY WAS FUCKING FANTASTIC.
and now, i’m going home.
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!
31 Blumenstraße Isenbüttel, Germany.
Two-and-a-half years, language tutors and a new sister.
Streets lined with box hedges and terra-cotta-colored roofs.
There are snails the size of your fist, I swear it.
In the summer they creep around the pond in the back,
through old grasses a slow waltz in the heat.
And there are tire tracks where I first learned to ride,
the turnaround which held my skinned hands,
the limp body of a cat...
Ricky.
i remember the day i found you
curled up in your pet store cave,
how we pointed to the sleeping snowball,
and you ran to finish your food
before anyone could steal it.
i remember the day i found you
with the baby rabbit
not delicate between your teeth
but broken, and you so proud
like some overgrown, pompous cat.
i remember the day i found you
four-pawed clumsy-stumbly in the garden...
i’m fighting the urge to go for a walk in downtown granville right now.
one in the morning. almost two, de hecho.
and i know it’s pitter-patter-peaceful outside.
twirling through puddles, umbrella in my left hand,
feeling utterly and wonderfully alive…
but i should sleep.
feh.
i reaaallllly want to go for a walk.
all this idealistic nonsense has got to stop.
pennies and dimes.
i went to that psychic again yesterday. the one,
you know, who does that weird thing with her hands,
the chains and pendulums dragging like tired grandfather clocks
between her fingers in a trance. and i feel polluted.
i feel colored. she tells me to relax, as if i’m stressed -
i’m not stressed. just pensive, i say, and lean back in this
chair, entirely too arrogant, lying...
you wanna play?
alright.
we can play.
i really need to start that brilliant idea i have for a “REAL facebook status” status page.
like, what i would say if i could.
starting with the statement above.
i’m bitter.
but that cheshire-grin-bitter, that king-shit-pinky-power bitter…
that bitter which leaves you feeling apple-skin-thin,
defeated.
and i’m so in the mood for...
estaba pensando...
y creia que seria una buena idea copiar unos de mis poemas de mi blog en ingles y ponerlos aqui para que toda mi escritura sea junto.
so without further adieu,
here’s some word vomit.
…well maybe a little bit of adieu. i don’t exactly want to post them all in one blog.
bleh.
this whole organizational thing… no tiene razon para mi.
Poems based on dreams?
Meh. I got bored. So here’s a bunch of stuff I just wrote, based on dreams I’ve had.
Ecstasy in the back seat of a speeding car.
Your hands and light music.
Neck craning backwards. Bare teeth grin tight.
Darkness split into depthy circles.
Ringed tails peek precariously over the hillside.
Hounds bark. Love disappears. We stand amazed on the gravel.
Two bodies nested in deep...
I am a firm believer...
that money buys happiness.
I also hate feelings.
Specifically my own.
Specifically toward you.
On/off switch, please?
Or maybe that on/off switch is a plane ticket to Argentina,
home of Out-of-Sight-Out-of-Mind Land.
At least I have a great schedule?
Maybe that whole creative writing thing will help.
This is a rant, isn’t it?
Here’s to feeling like I’m always...