Thursday, June 10, 2010

Hold On

she had a habit of killing herself,
i had a habit of dying.

i think she gave me something to live for,
i guess i helped to pass her time.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Remembering Sunday

i'll be blunt:
now the rain is just

washing you
out of my hair
(and out of my mind)

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Calling you to see

if you're   sleeping,
are  you dreaming;
if you're dreaming,
are  you dreaming of me?

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

I Have News For You

There are people who do not see a broken playground swing
as a symbol of ruined childhood

and there are people who don't interpret the behavior
of a fly in a motel room as a mocking representation of their thought process.