Summer Havana
and the birds are baking
in the trees.
You at my fingertips,
wonderfully sedated
in humidity, heavy--
like a wooden door.
This is what we talk about
when we talk about nothing.
This is how we kiss
when we kiss time good-bye.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
March 24 2010
Shhh
Talk soft
or listen.
You'll hear the city breathing,
stable and unrelenting
like a child at midnight.
Maybe we don't have to grow up-
Just grow out of the shoes,
that leave us stuck.
Waiting.
For the next worse thing
or something better.
We quote the famous poets
and live
believing their debris
can change a world
that's already shifting.
Talk soft
or listen.
You'll hear the city breathing,
stable and unrelenting
like a child at midnight.
Maybe we don't have to grow up-
Just grow out of the shoes,
that leave us stuck.
Waiting.
For the next worse thing
or something better.
We quote the famous poets
and live
believing their debris
can change a world
that's already shifting.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
March 23, 2010
We sat next to the storm drain
And counted the gun wrappers.
Me in papayawhip lipstick
Him glamorous, yet subtle.
How many harbours must a runaway touch
Before she is a traveler?
He held my hand and traced the lines of my palm--
A chiromancy romance,
A buzz.
High Pressure.
And all the while he knows my future--
This is how it begins.
And counted the gun wrappers.
Me in papayawhip lipstick
Him glamorous, yet subtle.
How many harbours must a runaway touch
Before she is a traveler?
He held my hand and traced the lines of my palm--
A chiromancy romance,
A buzz.
High Pressure.
And all the while he knows my future--
This is how it begins.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
A short letter
Dear Inner Critic,
I know you came into my life with the best intentions: Try to keep Amy from looking like an ass. You're the reason I never got a perm or enjoyed bowling-- And I thank you for that.
But I think we need to break up. I've compiled a short list of reasons. I hope you understand, though I am not seeking your understanding or approval.
1. You're making it hard for me to write and I'm tired of it.
2. I'm spending more time considering decisions than actually living my decisions.
3. You're a really bad lover.
Sincerely,
Amy K.
P.S. Suck it
I know you came into my life with the best intentions: Try to keep Amy from looking like an ass. You're the reason I never got a perm or enjoyed bowling-- And I thank you for that.
But I think we need to break up. I've compiled a short list of reasons. I hope you understand, though I am not seeking your understanding or approval.
1. You're making it hard for me to write and I'm tired of it.
2. I'm spending more time considering decisions than actually living my decisions.
3. You're a really bad lover.
Sincerely,
Amy K.
P.S. Suck it
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
March 17, 2010
Someone died today.
The sweat of New Orleans
on his brow.
He was thinking,
I'm in Love.
What's that song?
I'm in love with that song.
Now under the waxing moon
something else is waning.
I don't know that song, Alex.
But I'm very much alive.
So I guess today is my lucky day.
The sweat of New Orleans
on his brow.
He was thinking,
I'm in Love.
What's that song?
I'm in love with that song.
Now under the waxing moon
something else is waning.
I don't know that song, Alex.
But I'm very much alive.
So I guess today is my lucky day.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
March 16, 2010
I left my mind
in a silent home
plugged into a USB port
So when you say,
"I never thought I'd be loved
by anyone as pretty as you"
I think I need to move that meeting to Friday
and Maybe I'll have time to buy groceries over lunch hour
But where would I store the dairy products until 5?
I can imagine your eyes
shining with the possibility
of summer
and I never thought
I'd be loved
by anyone so patient.
in a silent home
plugged into a USB port
So when you say,
"I never thought I'd be loved
by anyone as pretty as you"
I think I need to move that meeting to Friday
and Maybe I'll have time to buy groceries over lunch hour
But where would I store the dairy products until 5?
I can imagine your eyes
shining with the possibility
of summer
and I never thought
I'd be loved
by anyone so patient.
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