sitting side by side at my cluttered worktable eating the steaks you grilled. in silence, you with your back to me, watching the television. the drummer in your band laying on the couch nearby. this wasn't what i had in mind as i stood in the meat section of the grocery store contemplating a splurge on new york strip steaks for the two of us.

this day i am a wound up bundle of loose ends, unraveling rapidly.

it's raining cold/hard this early morning ( Read more... )

the brick walls dripping with a sunny day real estate song ( Read more... )

'we talk ( Read more... )

i don't know what it is about you that makes me feel all these feelings at once. i need you. fuck. i need you sofuckinggoddamnmuch, constantly, what have you done to me these years past?

and, i've said this before but, really, where does the time go ( Read more... )

these days/weeks are convection currents
and i glide along effortlessly and without thinking
pining and not really planning
only waiting for the sound of your voice.

you said it 7 years late at the end of a phone conversation that we were having you were
drunk and sad (as usual) and i was trying my best to hug you through the phone but you
were tired and needed sleep i said goodnight and you told me you loved me and i thought

'fuck, you're only 7 years too late.'

where does the time go?

the sun beats down as hard as it can
these last few hours of the afternoon.
the air is cold and hits hard my arms and face.

slow down
slow down
where are we going?

the cheap beer sinks in further now.

what was i saying?

nevermind.

it's all i can do to not throw a picnic basket and a tent in the back of my car, roll down the windows and take off ( Read more... )