there are worse things to have

there are better things to be.

my itching eye

he will die by sunday he said looking in mine. i looked for a word and touched my itching eye.

conservation efforts

if i didnt have this coffee in my hand i could do lot of useful things like save a puppy or wave to a man instead i sip and lean casually against the wall i built last week do you like it hows the color?

the early stages

if this poem flies out 

the window then i guess we were 

never truly meant to be

...just reconstructed thoughts

mashed up like your dinner in a

shaky little car

quaking through the city 


looking for a hill

this is us,

the fearful children.

the bank is closed but they have my money

i think this is an ongoing thing.

it doesnt have one

7th street at hot hour so much to 

do like go to the bank and see

the jeweler, his district and

people are everywhere 

right around there

Crooked pages, people have to pee

i would stand forever downstairs

waiting for trains and people.

it is just like that but not a

7th street elsewhere, there it is

grey and somber and my grandpa

is eating mexican food on 

a break?

and here it is yellow and drunk

and im late.

PEOPLE AND WHAT IS SAID ABOUT THEM

 so much

i could be your friend forever

something i ate/you said

put a sticker on anything to

better understand it. stamp me 

in the face to view me straight

this one time

its always going

 never waiting

  always giving less than you

   could hope to receive

with that i say break it!

which i guess set you off.

like a little watch you are

counting 

everything i do ...

put a sticker on anything to better understand it. watch me go to view me straight this one time.

you break it 

you buy it

 you broke me i

 watched.

the Buildup

cold food on a plate. you were there and then you werent, the buildup

turquoise day

just like my shirt. its always the same, just like the song. the cats and the streets and the way i walk down them. the way that i hope it will always work out. its the same turquoise shirt, just like my day. just like the song, its always the same.

the dentist ladies

love me, they clean my teeth and smile even when i havent flossed. they are named susie and meg and use codes like "381." they dont judge me for smoking, i guess cause they dont know, and they talk about their children and their latest rented movie. i tell them about california and they say they like my shoes and did i know i broke my teeth? they go around a corner and i get scared that i might die. i wait for them to come back and announce i have a week. but they dont, they just keep smiling, so i do too, with all my teeth. 

there are noises

in my room.

dog with sno cone on his head,

george washington wig on his

head. people dont know what to

do, they never grew up. "you

gotta love me" they say. vanilla

dog with laughter mouth

expectations from a thai tea drinker. so young

you want some yum thai tea can you feel it in your eyes? you are so young go to hell. you always let your target move. your slipper falls again. we are bleeding vikings in your eyes. vikings by the sea, so young. but do i feel like a viking? we are having yum thai tea again in your eyes. we are falling into the sea so young.

walking places feeling things

its all ive ever wanted.

"the interesting thing about that"

is absolutely

nothing!

from the ground

up we build! 

up we come from the earth like

little brown worms only to end

sculpted and plastered,

legitimate city citizens,

stainless steel operators who

hold their pens correctly and

separate their food so as not to

confused the purpose of eating.

LIFE, it seems,

is getting

shorter each day.

it wasnt 5 years

(but 3) but we sat in his room in a party for her just the 3 of us (but 4) drinking wine and her juice and celebrating the night. 

2 out of 7

its just not enough!

starforce of earth

said his back as he left, he walked like a 

gremlin and had a face like one too

that reminded me of zachary,

why do homeless men always?

he asked for a cigarette and she gave one and a light 

and as he tried to get it lit the scent of flowers flew by. 

i smiled, 

a pile of shit sat on the sidewalk but flowers were flying and 

finally he lit it and smiled so sincere i felt like

dying in the street.

"well thanks!" he grinned and gremwalked away, 

he wore a mechanics jumpsuit  

that said starforce of earth.

down the street a guy tried to skateboard, 

he kept falling but trying

which i feel says

alot.

then the flowers went away

and the city smelled again 

and the clouds covered the sun 

so we stepped back inside.

sometimes

when hugging my boyfriend or other little creatures i fear i might murder

on accident of course.

vera

helped me, she asked how i was and showed me the shirts and said shed hold them for me even though id been dishonest ...i tend to fabricate in unnecessary situations so said it was for my sister, she didnt know ive never had one so said shed put them on hold and i continued to browse and decided if she asked my sisters name was Tiffany, shed be blonde too and older than me and maybe work in an office and go downtown on weekends... then vera got a call and stopped talking to me so i thanked her and left. on my way out there was a mirror, i always look so dirty even when im feeling clean and walked past a man who looked at me surprised and said "today is better than yesterday" and i first thought what the fuck then realized he was right ... its always moving never waiting always changing based on you.

the more you say it

the more you are.

where the papers go

in the back of the drawer with everything else i hide. there are many buttons to touch and my hair is clean but there is no one to touch it. in the back of the drawer with everything else i hide, this is where the papers go.