Small words.
Strange window.
Lovely laughs.
Headlights.
Smile, it’s pretty today.
Hello,
goodnight.
Twirling fingers.
Pretty eyes.
Promising.
Devour.
Rushed.
Unrealized.
Suitcases unpacked.
Danger.
Lustrous.
Need time.
Strength
in an unusual form.
Against rushed certainty.
But thoughts follow
the film score playlist.
Don’t beg for more.
Not now. Not ready.
Just wondrous.
The rain falling calmly on the leaves
resembles a nighttime drive with you.
Like the peace that surrounds our words,
loud laughs. Not a worry.
A couch conversation
in a crowded room.
A few more laughs
and I can only hear you.
To taste you
I must waste all
that we tried to accomplish
for so long.
And to waste you,
I must continue
to bury every emotion
deep beneath the sand.
And as the sand blows away,
so does every remembrance
of a time once wondrous,
beloved.
And chronology is unsettling,
yet lasting.
And once it brings peace back to me,
I will forever yield before her.
I placed the curse on my search
with expectations set disastrously high.
Remember the playground days
of cute smiles and sandy eyes.
13 points down,
we are defeated.
One year spawns interest
for everyone’s sake.
Difficulty in living for others.
Try to walk the rocks that
separate the ocean waters
from where we’ve landed.
Walls of arrowheads and flint
target only the best intentions.
But blood and water soak the walls
and remind us of the hardship.
We are all the same,
as we climb the flights of stairs
to sit in an empty hotel room
in a city home to millions.
Searching for someone’s eyes
among billions of lights
that flicker down below
from our lonely leisure home.
What do you find?
That only you can find lights
to turn on when you push.
This is true.
Cold blankets never hold.
Search for one and not the other.
It can be hard
to let them come to you.
My hands are too slow,
I swear yours are faster,
like your ability to grasp me.
I will now grasp you.
Her skin moves like a snake against my own,
as the night watches over us like a blanket.
And until the sun begins to smile,
she radiates to make up the spark.
Of these loud noises,
you are the quietest.
I kick the sand forward
as the sun opens its eyes.
I must hurry while
we’re still suspended in time.
You bring a beauty that all can admire,
It’s getting close to the smell of spices,
blended in with cold noses, family.
I want it wrapped up.
Your laugh rings warmer than the blanket.
The fog settles in, I see it every morning.
We are crazy to be out here in December.
But it’s crazier to believe we wouldn’t.
Did you read my mind?
I sweat out the thoughts that night.
But our smiles overshadowed
what was really going on.
More than expected.
Reality from thoughts.
Sort of shocked and shy.
I hope you didn’t mind.
Fiery when it counts.
Sweet like an Otter Pop on a hot day.
Careful and without a care.
I hope you didn’t mind.
Light the candles.
They flicker from here until
they meet the horizon.
Ride up and down the streets in awe.
Turn off the house lights.
Sip the wine.
Dark club sounds brush her by.
This is life.
In slow motion
I walk in.
In the handshake,
a hint of sin.
Maybe she has an idea.
No, she doesn’t have a clue
of what I love to do
with a flick of the wrist.
The magic is working.
My capabilities are endless.
But you’re becoming careless.
Turn the lights up.
This is me screaming.
You’re motionless.
Emergency room please,
this one can’t handle it.
I followed her stretcher.
The door shuts behind me.
I waited until she opened her eyes.
Paradise.
I told her, “you really don’t know me.”
“But I want to,” she said.
“I’m everything you’ve ever wanted,” I explained.
She closed her eyes.
The water drips down my bottle and back into the ocean.
It’s almost 2006 all over again.
The electricity surrounds me with the lights off.
Cue the gloom?
Let me get a Rob Roy.
Are you a regular here?
This is Manhattan.
And you’re no married type.
But you are.
Remember Pasadena.
Roses grow here, there, and here.
But you already knew that.
Knew how I crumbled with an “I’m proud.”
But I never heard it.
I was lost in the Long Beach cloud.
It never stopped raining.
I was playing with fire.
You brought the ice
after I danced with her.
We all laughed for hours.
Locked notes in origami.
Clokey characters defined.
A future 17-mile drive.
All based on a lie.
A night of Smashing Pumpkins.
You all thought you were so funny.
“Can I kiss you?”
Such a sweetheart.
A piano player and a guitarist
make the most beautiful music together.
But no one hears
it.
A heartbreak at “fucking Yucca.”
Do you remember that?
They really do that.
That’s why you’re a favorite.
I read those lines better than you,
but there’s only room for one lead.
You handled it like a champ.
I stood up there to feed.
You were so mad.
Best show ever.
She was really hot.
Quiet for two hours home.
They all heard it.
All of them.
She would never eat at a place like this.
That’s her favorite seat.