January 2010
8 posts
sonnet 1
i tilt my head back and fill my mouth with
sludge. another unreachable number
in the endless expanse of pi, guy smith,
craving to be conscience while I slumber.
i typed under fluorescent lights because
i’d rather the blinds be closed-sunlight hums
through those thin venetian flats-and i was
hungry, like i should be, a poet bum.
the water circumnavigates the drain,
the alcohol is...
Write one leaf about San Francisco.
The only thing I regret is not using the money and time I saved up to go with Ian to San Francisco to see the Dead. I’ve been there once before, when I was younger and really pussy’d out when the bus broke down. I’m sorry for abandoning you Ian. Ben, I hope you’re having fun on your trip.
(via writeoneleaf)
Write one leaf about red wine.
i’ll always love you.
(via writeoneleaf)
the apartment
has once again become a poisonous shithole. we can’t learn from ourselves.
and then god said, “derek, you will not drink wine. this is my blood and it has been given up for everyone except for you.”
i gave god the finger, put the bottle between my legs and pulled with all my might.
great crimson waves of pinot noir rushed forth into the cups of the lonely generation. everyone...
Recently,
she’s been adding hot cocoa mix to her coffee.
I prefer sugar and cream.
She likes the taste of the fake marshmallow.
“It sobers me up too.” She says.
I think about last night and I remember nothing more than a cornucopia of blurred conversations, bleeding together like the various shapes and colors in a kaleidoscope.
“What’s on your mind?” She asks.
...