...when you've got no other choice, you know you can follow my voice...
Lovers-
For your reading enjoyment.
-Starrby
"Tuly: Seven Letters to an Absent Friend"
Dear Accomplice,
I
Some things are not so strange
Some I could do without
Some could do without me.
II
We sat on the floor, awkwardly
Nothing more a hand can do
I'd rather a fist
It's just as good
I'm waiting for that.
III
Frequently am I wrong these days
It seems
I've heard it before
She was a horse thief, shot in the back
Ate cold pizza from the fridge.
Makes very little sense, but whatever.
IV
I'm peoplesick
I'm drinking
I'm chewing cinnamon gum again
But only sometimes
And sometimes it's too much
And sometimes I question my motives
At least I have motives at all.
V
Two or more hours of torture
I'll take the dripping water.
Truthfully,
I'll take what I can get
But no one's got to know.
All my love,
Discontented
---
Dear Absence,
I
The squares are empty
I'm not smart enough
What's a girl to do?
I've got the numbers down
To a science; an addiction.
II
I'm chasing my tail
I'm chasing a shadow
A memory
A secret
Contents under pressure
Don't tell a soul, just let it out.
III
I saw it in the lot
Just like old times
So tiny though.
I made it mine
To make it yours
I don't rock anybody's world any more
Only in the movies
IV
It's been getting late lately
Sooner than I'd like
Calling all my shots
Shooting all my calls
And eating all my bagels.
Forever and always,
Waiting
---
Dear There,
I
Three secs and a sparkly grape
Their purposes defeated
And it was good
But gone now.
II
I write my memoirs
I'll never have enough
Old books smell like memories
Four sheets equates to sixteen pages.
A bottle equates to my mouth.
Teev's teeth equate to a chainsaw.
III
Intentions? Guilt?
One is blind.
One still doesn't talk to me.
One laughs at my jokes.
One has always been there.
One must keep one's mind to one's self.
Love,
Here
---
Dear Abby,
I
Begin a letter like that
It seems rather appropriate
But not.
We've both got problems
And we're not qualified
That's the way the coffee cake crumbles.
II
Why guilt?
Because I really oughtn't
Because my conscience, my smile, mon coeur
is not who it should have been
is not the reason it began
is the one who's always known me
is so taboo.
Love?
Always.
---
Dear Snowcone,
I
It's been a week of purchases:
1 5-pack white t-shirts, $8
1 tube toothpaste, $3
1 frat boy, $26
No bras, no cheese, no hairdye, no grog, no you.
II
Ought to clean my room
Reanimating
Not all bad
At least the laundry did it's self
I smell an adventure
And teen spirit.
III
Blinders:
I'll have what she's having
Would that fault were mine
PC load letter?
We are the all singing, all dancing scum of the earth.
I feel like raining.
Patiently,
Vapor
---
Dear Bee,
I
What am I doing?
Who accepts that?
No, who offers?
Balls.
Snorted my brains out
Ponged
II
Can't concentrate
Can't do what I need to
Just don't have it
Together
Fuck that shit.
Love,
Me
---
My Dear Anticipation,
I
So sorry about your Rat.
What have we become?
The seat is taken
I've been told to park there
On several occasions.
II
Blinded by the night of day
Oh, the light of such grays smile my lips
But do not touch them.
Have neared
But in jest
Protected by frost
Come close enough
Only for heaven's cold, sweet, smirking discomfort.
III
How far should one go
Which morals are expendable
In getting what I want
I might show myself I don't.
IV
Time told in movies and money
Showers and sea
Seems much longer since last I had my fill.
The broken edges soften themselves
Like glass and starfish waiting for you
It makes a difference to this one
V
I remember eventually
And all at once
Lust at first sight.
It never leaves,
But is at least explicable.
VI
On the other hand
There're five more fingers
Whisking no one from the clutches of harm.
The only hurdle is (s)h/m e.
Time and again,
Dead End
For your reading enjoyment.
-Starrby
"Tuly: Seven Letters to an Absent Friend"
Dear Accomplice,
I
Some things are not so strange
Some I could do without
Some could do without me.
II
We sat on the floor, awkwardly
Nothing more a hand can do
I'd rather a fist
It's just as good
I'm waiting for that.
III
Frequently am I wrong these days
It seems
I've heard it before
She was a horse thief, shot in the back
Ate cold pizza from the fridge.
Makes very little sense, but whatever.
IV
I'm peoplesick
I'm drinking
I'm chewing cinnamon gum again
But only sometimes
And sometimes it's too much
And sometimes I question my motives
At least I have motives at all.
V
Two or more hours of torture
I'll take the dripping water.
Truthfully,
I'll take what I can get
But no one's got to know.
All my love,
Discontented
---
Dear Absence,
I
The squares are empty
I'm not smart enough
What's a girl to do?
I've got the numbers down
To a science; an addiction.
II
I'm chasing my tail
I'm chasing a shadow
A memory
A secret
Contents under pressure
Don't tell a soul, just let it out.
III
I saw it in the lot
Just like old times
So tiny though.
I made it mine
To make it yours
I don't rock anybody's world any more
Only in the movies
IV
It's been getting late lately
Sooner than I'd like
Calling all my shots
Shooting all my calls
And eating all my bagels.
Forever and always,
Waiting
---
Dear There,
I
Three secs and a sparkly grape
Their purposes defeated
And it was good
But gone now.
II
I write my memoirs
I'll never have enough
Old books smell like memories
Four sheets equates to sixteen pages.
A bottle equates to my mouth.
Teev's teeth equate to a chainsaw.
III
Intentions? Guilt?
One is blind.
One still doesn't talk to me.
One laughs at my jokes.
One has always been there.
One must keep one's mind to one's self.
Love,
Here
---
Dear Abby,
I
Begin a letter like that
It seems rather appropriate
But not.
We've both got problems
And we're not qualified
That's the way the coffee cake crumbles.
II
Why guilt?
Because I really oughtn't
Because my conscience, my smile, mon coeur
is not who it should have been
is not the reason it began
is the one who's always known me
is so taboo.
Love?
Always.
---
Dear Snowcone,
I
It's been a week of purchases:
1 5-pack white t-shirts, $8
1 tube toothpaste, $3
1 frat boy, $26
No bras, no cheese, no hairdye, no grog, no you.
II
Ought to clean my room
Reanimating
Not all bad
At least the laundry did it's self
I smell an adventure
And teen spirit.
III
Blinders:
I'll have what she's having
Would that fault were mine
PC load letter?
We are the all singing, all dancing scum of the earth.
I feel like raining.
Patiently,
Vapor
---
Dear Bee,
I
What am I doing?
Who accepts that?
No, who offers?
Balls.
Snorted my brains out
Ponged
II
Can't concentrate
Can't do what I need to
Just don't have it
Together
Fuck that shit.
Love,
Me
---
My Dear Anticipation,
I
So sorry about your Rat.
What have we become?
The seat is taken
I've been told to park there
On several occasions.
II
Blinded by the night of day
Oh, the light of such grays smile my lips
But do not touch them.
Have neared
But in jest
Protected by frost
Come close enough
Only for heaven's cold, sweet, smirking discomfort.
III
How far should one go
Which morals are expendable
In getting what I want
I might show myself I don't.
IV
Time told in movies and money
Showers and sea
Seems much longer since last I had my fill.
The broken edges soften themselves
Like glass and starfish waiting for you
It makes a difference to this one
V
I remember eventually
And all at once
Lust at first sight.
It never leaves,
But is at least explicable.
VI
On the other hand
There're five more fingers
Whisking no one from the clutches of harm.
The only hurdle is (s)h/m e.
Time and again,
Dead End