February 25, 2009

someone

liked my boots today.

i wore a long shirt
with a grey jacket
and a black coat
and a red belt round my waist
a pair of dark straight jeans
that slide into two, tall green rubber boots
chalky and beaded with morning
adorned with silver buckles
and quickly splashing through
the wet dips in the foursquare sidewalk
she came just before me
and said i had great boots
and smiled a smile 
that i could match
so i said thank you
andtwosecondslater
turned around 
to see if you were looking
and remembering 
these things are made of dreams. 

more recent news
i found an ant
and squished it
and then smelled my
formic acid fingers
just for you.

that's probably a 
weird thing to say.

what i mean is
i think you gave me ants.

in my pants.

oh my god
too far too far. 

seriously though
i never knew that about ants
until you told me
who knew to smell
a dying ant
and how curious!

would jew marry me? 

agent scully? 










February 22, 2009

you taught me

it wasn't necessary
it wasn't genuine
it was a dream
so i dream

and in the dark
things deteriorate
like the color in your cheeks 
when you
smile to yourself
and in the light
things become much clearer 
like the color in your eyes
when you 
lie to yourself

needless to say
it's different
and i'm getting smarter
and you're working harder
and this isn't working out, clearly

you taught me
it wasn't we
it wasn't meant to be
it was

ami,
entre toi et moi
une distance si froide
Elle y a des problemes 
entre nous

lights coming fast
i shouldn't fight it
the moss faces north
and i've got to find it

but please remember
je vous aime
          (i love to you)
always remember
je vous amie
          (i love to you)








February 13, 2009

hey

if you could just
suppress
ignore
forget about
all and any 
impulses
you have
to talk to me,
indefinitely-?
you know
for now
that would 
be
terrific.
great
see you then?

February 8, 2009

how do you say

"i am happy for
you and for
the return
of your new lover"
-in french?
because that's
what i'm gonna
have to say
if i want to
be your friend.

February 2, 2009

is it me?

or when it comes down to it,
do we give more mercy
to strangers
than we give to our
lovers and friends?

i'm interested to see

who i'm replaced with.
i'm so good at card games
it's terrible.
get me a stack of tarot's
and i'll tell you
what i've been telling you
a-l-l  a-l-o-n-g:
that i love you.
that you're my best friend.
that you're my bb4lyf.
it doesn't matter how you shuffle it,
my cards are all out on the table.
play with me.