Derp, as a heartbeat

wood-toned heartbeat
deep but frantic

played on a tender
heartbeat fabric.

skitter thoughts
think of you

somehow calm
while eye

shift
manic

 

like piano parts
tumbling

in keys with shuffling feet
tapping out love songs

all
night
long.

Written automatic

she shakes my hand
nervous eyes
mouths
awesome

the guy in the striped suit
spends ten minutes ignoring me
then the next ten
asking advice
he's smug
I offer
glib classic comebacks
he walks off

she sits
in his warm chair
offers cheers
her eyes seeking eyes

blushing
it's raining
and we are beneath
a slight awning

the water hits our feet

she giggles
asks my name
I offer
a joke
a dodge
then the real thing
ask hers
write it down
it baffles
baffles
offends her

drops
fall
like
silence
comfortably
between us

pin-stripe comes back outside
huffy
unhappy
cologned
miffed by the rain
he's good
for a giggle

sits down on my other side
complains about the bar's
general state

unclean
Goddamn unclean
mutter
grumble

if they want big spenders
they better spend more time on the toilet bowl
brother
I say
maybe you should spend less time
staring into holes

looking for shit

"the history of an epoch is the history of its instruments"
- Albert Einstein



she leans against me
her flushed wet flesh soft against my back
knees and fingers thrilling as words
excite

"July"

she whispers
the dream weaves texts

she makes me bold
while breathing steam

A comic appearance

why should I doubt anything you whisper to me
all of your breath on my neck seems true like kisses from relatives
like what confusing touches mean like thinking of a means to an end

shut up she says


off stage I hear violins shuffling strings heroic strokes
like lips strumming after mornings that you claim
you forgot


good night whispers and insufficient promises
she touches your face and thinks she is
lost looking at your flesh go blank

mornings of consistency fail to inspire you to kiss
girls you have never met
xoxo

simply not relevant
anymore

I see you're eager but fucking me
won't mean L-O-V-E,
silly man.



The way she bites her lip suggests
she might be up for some quixotic
questing in bed.

She curls her fingers at the base
of his neck and scratches flesh
while curling hair between fingers.

Pushing him away,
smiling.

I guess we'll see.

all photos borrowed lovingly.

"I sent a substance abuse counselor to the bar, man" is her punchline.
Some laugh, others stare. I recognize, her crazy
is as crazy as my own, walk away.



form decided by
weather
by deistic
indifference
or plan

the Mountain looked weary every morning



6 A.M.
wet streets
cold
small stones
crumbles of asphalt
causing an occasional skip

hops while walking like ellipses
pauses
making meaning

"an empire of coins"

she said
why
count
pennies
when
this
means
nothing?


she said
your number
is
less
now
you
are
without me.