Ensenada
Incandecant bulbs illuminate the holes at the center of my heart. Yes, that's where cupid left his mark. Perhaps he's blind. Perhaps he's farce. And just when I think that I have shaken these demons from my head, they pop up most unexpectly and prevent me from keeping my eyes shut. Turning over doesn't help. So the machine is on again.
La dee freakin' da.
The ghosts of past lovers haunt me this night. I knew I shouldn't have pawned my ecto beam. Her big bright smile popped into my head and for a moment, I remembered what she looked like, smelled like, felt like. Taste. It was while thinking of perfect girl number two come and gone that I remembered the first. Do you remember when we used to sing?
You were so fucking special.
And then it all came crashing down like the Rapture on some akward and hungover Sunday morning and I was the only one left in a house full of unmade beds -- the cars are in the driveway. I thought of my days playing for CYO basketball. I was one of the tallest kids on the team. I prided my self on my ability to rebound. But I shy away from rebounds now. Ever since the would-be number two pulled a nasty trick on me, I have resigned myself to letting the ball drop from the rim and pitter-patter-pitter till it is all done and comes to a rest in the middle of the street. I don't chase it. I'll get hit by a bus.
She stole my vase of roses and took off for the border. I had saved them for a long time. Oh, well. They would have wilted sooner or later.
Sea shells I have given as a gift twice now, and I don't know if I shall manage a third. Home-hewn crafts. The birds continue chirping, though it is the middle of the night. The only thing I can think of is Mexico and promises written in the wet sand.
The tide is coming in.
La dee freakin' da.
The ghosts of past lovers haunt me this night. I knew I shouldn't have pawned my ecto beam. Her big bright smile popped into my head and for a moment, I remembered what she looked like, smelled like, felt like. Taste. It was while thinking of perfect girl number two come and gone that I remembered the first. Do you remember when we used to sing?
You were so fucking special.
And then it all came crashing down like the Rapture on some akward and hungover Sunday morning and I was the only one left in a house full of unmade beds -- the cars are in the driveway. I thought of my days playing for CYO basketball. I was one of the tallest kids on the team. I prided my self on my ability to rebound. But I shy away from rebounds now. Ever since the would-be number two pulled a nasty trick on me, I have resigned myself to letting the ball drop from the rim and pitter-patter-pitter till it is all done and comes to a rest in the middle of the street. I don't chase it. I'll get hit by a bus.
She stole my vase of roses and took off for the border. I had saved them for a long time. Oh, well. They would have wilted sooner or later.
Sea shells I have given as a gift twice now, and I don't know if I shall manage a third. Home-hewn crafts. The birds continue chirping, though it is the middle of the night. The only thing I can think of is Mexico and promises written in the wet sand.
The tide is coming in.