Monthly Archives: August 2013

Her Smile, My Canoe

“He’s stressed out,” he said, “Work, home…deep down inside he needs to get away…”
I leaned back, fingers curled around my pint glass,
I thought, “Gotta take him out, gotta get him high…”
halfway through the thought, I was depressed,
perhaps I’m always depressed,
her smile fixes me effortlessly…
“I worry about him,” he said, “His birthday is next week.”
“Gotta take him out,” I thought, “gotta get him high..”
There is a canoe in my head, our getaway lies in Killarney,
where we’ll portage to our freedom.
he said, “That girl has amazing thighs..”
Halfway through the thought, I was depressed,
perhaps I’m always depressed,
for which I have her smile,
and a canoe in my head…

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Echoes Lonesome

Everywhere I looked,
there were waves made of the moon,
and there they were, dancing with you.
Turn the corner, and be prepared,
the next crack in the sidewalk
might be where you’ll find yourself…
Echoes bouncing around in my canyon,
echoes lonesome and empty handed
in the emptiness of purpose,
bouncing around in this canyon
made of me…
everywhere I look, there I am…
everywhere I look, there are lines
made of temptation trains
and momentary hate;
the purity of poison in every pitfall…
everywhere I look, I miss you.
Every time I wake,
every person passed,
every toke I take,
none of it matters,
but I’ll miss you regardless…
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