Mountain passes

you told me that you loved me on october 29 2005
it was a Friday and you smelled like Marlboros and Heineken
chipping golf balls of the backyard mountain passes
overlooking the gold course you grew up on

overlooking that I was terrified
that I was seventeen
I loved you too
But the smell of Marlboros and Heineken made me freeze

Enveloped in your figure, 14 inches taller than mine
But we were the same size from an airplane window
Places remote would never know
How you smelled

But in a microscope they would see
That we both broke down into molecular beings
That we could combine into a cellular mass
Of friction and feelings and chemistry

I love you too.

straw hats and button downs

paisley yellow pattern
button down over a
white beaten wife beater
worn by a white wife beater

but the paisley button down
and straw sun hat
that smells like stale perfume
and apples and iodide

hide the beaten beater
and the beaten
blood drips and black eyes
but they hide they hide they hide

under straw sun hats
with tattered pink ribbons
satinesque at best
smelling of apples and idodide

break lights

break lights on the causeway
rearview mirror on the rearended car
on the causeway
looking back looking back looking back
forgetting to look ahead
on the causeway
causes and accidents and happenings
and the break lights.

eclectic

it didnt make sense
because i didnt want it to

for the last 20 minutes ive been alone
thinking you were in the room
just to look behind me to your
empty armchair

reverberations slightly scattered
from the movements of the fan
air is my companion in this
white box building

the knick knacks on the mantle
are the same as always
just rearranged to be more dynamic
with the antique bones of life

sitting on the mantle
disposable camera photos
wedged into dusty mirrors
in the same corner they have been

the same corner
since they were taken in 1998
an older number that feels new
and reminds me that im not little anymore

it doesnt make sense
it doesnt because
because i dont want it to

solo

clanging and clicking and tapping and strumming and
silence
just the ticking of the metronome
the beat to my life's solo
because i'm solo

so lo (nely)

audioslave

awkward radio waves
signaling through the audioworld
and i think i may be deaf
everything vibrates in audacity

an audioslave
you cant control the waves
that funnel through to your
nervous system

nervous all the time about the
highpitched audiofrequencies
red and green and purple
sound that you can see

but cant hear

the run around

2:14 am and we're at it again
never sleeping in
never sleeping
pillows on my tile floor

nothing is where it should be
including us
sleeping, should be sleeping
red heat on the radar

friction and inertia and
all that science
rhythm and harmony and
all that music

termonology
for the red heat on the radar
until everything goes blue
in the too familiar bedroom

its just the run around
of releasing energy
into the sheets
you and me

the run around
because i get up in the morning
but i never sleep
never sleep alone