Wednesday, June 8, 2011

SCRIPPS


Scripps College is the #6 happiest college in the nation according to The Daily Beast. And CMC, Harvey Mudd, and Pomona rank above us. I love where I go to school. West Coast best coast.


Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Picnic





Hot. Summer. I went in Lake Michigan twice yesterday and it was numbing.


Monday, June 6, 2011

The End, Pathetically

tha ump tah ump tah ump lets me know that my time us up
that something must move past the
iron grate lips that
prevent me from uttering what's on my mind,
that is fervently whispering memories, corrupting my balance.
I barely remember how your lips taste;
though I think of the moment behind glass
more of an observation that an actual
movemenet of the flashing flesh.
But my rememory
feels the oils in your curls
as you cup my jawbone
like no other man has done since.
I imagine wine filled nights to no end with the iron springing out of my mouth
and onto a balcony into sensual twists that mimic my hair.
I imagine days that end when the sun pierces at a five o clock angle, traveling through souls to cure depression.
and I listen to Angles
as I sit shivering,
and tell myself it's just the air-conditioned gallery
when really the sound of The Strokes, Animal Collective, Radiohead, and Explosions In the Sky
have reached beyond the usual cliche of teenage angst,
and cause my arm hair to stand erect.
I taste Wisconsin, California, Michigan,
and wish that the places my heart belong
could mimic your patterns.
Because as I clung to your hips, and crawled up your shoulders
through the ever-warm night
as we wizzed through the streets
of my territory, Milwaukee,
I remembered.

Things I had tried to forget,
things I had shoved past with newness and a lack of dew.
When really all I wanted
was to climb down a crabapple tree,
instead of up a wet one
with only one kiss
to remind me of all the ways, that simply,
I love you.

Friday, June 3, 2011