notes.

all of my pores open to swallow

you, the air around you

in this summer weather

there is nothing to be drunk

sunglass on your face

soft and warm and light

the tiny hairs rise

if i could be the air

5.29.10

taking your beer in

talking your words out

two dots of you plop on my face

you spit slightly as you say

things i can no longer remember

wiping you away a bit

from the corner of my eye

the rest stays.

5.31.10

i breathe you out

bit by bit

do i love

the way you spit

words into my mouth

to be consumed

by the threnody

they are singing for you.

6.1.10

hot days make the souls on these cement roads

swarm, crash and burn

at each other's skin 

the faintest glow of noon is reflected back 

glaring at my forehead in drops of melting flesh

they love

the sweat drips

then they forget

memorial day

he kept me waiting

i walked on the bridge

leaning over to see the cars pass by and go

they keep going

i stand there bent

wondering if they see me as their lights 

turn the roads on at night

but their eyes are on the incoming distance

not on me

the present, or past, a figure looming

above, out of peripheral sight.

6.2.10

i tried to eat things to bring you back

your finger hooking unto the orange

peeling it back

the skin that did not hold

you tap your index and thumb together

feeling their stick and release routine

white pieces of orange pith 

you mince between your lips

i look at 

my neighborhood after dark

a little dot of tasteless that sometimes stays

but eventually you'd wash it off at night

they even out nicely

and i forget

almost everything

even holidays
even today

6.3.10

to keep it on film or in my mind storage

his suitcases keeping him slow moving 

down they sink

crushed my foot but it didn't hurt until

the train moved forward and took you on

i walked

turning dull

with each step