Monday, May 31, 2010

Ha

"I don't care if there is heroin in my cup. It's in my cup! Fuck you!" -- Lil Wayne

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Mixed

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

Bittersweet

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Monday, May 10, 2010

Basement Boys

I hadn't been on his side of town in a while. I had been thinking about us lately, because I removed him from my MyFaves contacts. I realized this because he texted me, and the little icon of a stern looking eagle in front of the American flag did not appear. And the little jump in my blood flow didn't happen when he texted either.

Anyway, I was on his side of town today, and I biked home on Chateau for the first time in a while. I knew all the bumps, crevices, the spot where I would pull out my phone from my breast pocket and swear under my breath because the clock read 12:03. It was odd, biking home on that same path.

It was odd, how things so familiar slipped out of place slowly and I barely noticed they were gone.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Three Weeks

It's been three weeks
I can feel it running through my veins
like some spastic animal
and I can barely control my fingers
they move like violent spiders

and my stomach feels sick. again
I feel like if I throw up everything will be ok, my mother will come with a towel and put me in bed and I will finally get to sleep and everything will be out of my stomach
but there is nothing in my stomach to begin with.
so I know that plan won't work.

Everything is fine. Everything is completely fine.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

MY FAVORITE SONG

So
Sweet summer night and I'm stripped to my sheets
Forehead is leaking, my AC squeaks and
A voice from the clock says, "
You're not gonna get tired"
My bed is a pool and the walls are on fire


Soak my head in the sink for a while
Chills on my neck and it makes me smile but
My bones have to move and my skin's gotta breathe
You pick up the phone and I'm so relieved


You slide down your stairs to the heated street
And the sun has left us with slippery feet
And I want to walk around with you
And be here with you, we're goin'

It doesn't really matter, I'll go where you feel
Hunt for the breeze, get a midnight meal

I point in the windows, you point out the parks
Rip off your sleeves and I'll ditch my socks
We'll dance to the songs from the cars as they pass
Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash
Walking around in our summertime clothes,
Know where to go while our bodies glow

And we'll greet the dawn in its morning blues
With purple yawn,
you'll be sleeping soon
And I want to walk around with you

When the sun goes down, we'll go out again
Don't cool off, I like your warmth

Let's leave the sound of the heat for the sound of the rain
It's easy to sleep when it wets my brain
It covers my rest with a saccharine sheen
Kissing the wind through my window screen
The restlessness calls us, that I cannot hide
So much on my mind that it spills outside
Do you want to go stroll down the financial street?
Our clothes might get soaked, but the buildings sleep
And there's no one pushing for a place
As we end up at an easy pace
And I want to walk around with you
I want to walk around with you
Just you, just you, just you...