Mad Season

trying to find the answer to an unasked question, because its always Mad Season where I live.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

i love you so much
honey - pretty boy
and maybe you'll just love me too if
I get my nose sawed down
or if I stop drinkin' coffee
or maybe if you go blind and you like the sounda my voice
so quietly leaking into space

choosin' sides
I don't contemplate life with you
I contemplate the six strangling seconds it takes you
to go from
you like me
ya hate me
you quietly leak into the space of thinking you're a kinda good guy.

this can of coffee was 100% fresh
guaranteed
two years ago.
this American life on the radio reminds me of the paint and the old times before I met you
it was easier in those days
to just turn it off.

1 Comments:

  • At September 3, 2007 at 9:51 PM, Blogger Kendra said…

    wow....
    damn, girl.
    the last part of this is very powerful.

    there should be a whole collection of poems and essays with the common thread of 'references to npr.'

    (not to change the subject or anything...)

     

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