Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • No one is going to fix me

    And I-E-I will always

    I wish I could rearrange

    If he goes to jail

    I’m afraid he will die

    I want him to be alive

    Do you think it’s fair?

    Thinking too much about owls

    I Will

    Fix You

    Good goodbye

    Leaving earth

    The music happens

    I feel concerned but what can I do

    Love you Jake

    I’m right beside you

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  • Don’t do it

    It won’t be worth it.

    Unacceptable.

    Shut up.

    You know what’s unacceptable?

    You’re dead

    He’s in Mexico

    He’s fucked off and I bought a bra and a swimsuit for him that cost over $100 and now I’m stuck with them

    Making awkward eye contact with my past in the closet.

    And you

    You come in here with your oh I’m so wise because I’m dead

    And it won’t make you feel better

    And nothing makes me feel better

    And oh why didn’t you talk about me

    You damn well know why just

    Just wait I need to get my story straight

    I still don’t know why you are

    You are who you are

    And you say it’s bad decisions

    And I say

    I want to be the look on his face when he goes to his truck thinking I have just disappeared off the fucking face of the earth because I’m not in his fucking space so he is completely over me

    And he has acquired a black swimsuit I never wanted but I bought it for him

    And a black bra I wore once

    That I bought for him

    And he has to go through

    The same fucking thing I’ve gone through for weeks

    Where he wants to say something

    But he can’t

    Because there’s no fucking words

    So you go ahead and say it’s unfuckingacceptable chestnut

    I’ll be over here

    With all the people who stood by my side

    Riiiiiiight

    Beside

    Me you

    Either way it’s sarcasm.

    I’m going to throw my trash into his truck where it belongs

    And then I’m going to get fucking plastered.

    Hermes thinks it’s funny.

    So try again later.

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  • The sky is blue

    Did I remember the sky was blue?

    When was the last time I knew the sky was blue?

    If you’re gone

    Stars

    Burning in the sky

    Crash and burn.

    No, that’s just the names of all the songs that just played.

    Looks like a sentence though, doesn’t it?

    How strange.

    Bizarre.

    That’s what you get

    Who do you love

    I miss the way that I saw you.

    But you’re wrong.

    And I can’t hear you anymore

    You’re hollow

    Because it’s a lie

    And I’m the only one who will

    Ever

    Have nothing to lose.

    So if I change the song and I’m down down down down

    No one’s going to pick me up

    And all this music just makes me want to die more.

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  • Today,

    Astoria is backwards.

    The sirens come first.

    I hear them.

    The laughter is the birds

    The rustling of chain feet people leash dog

    Is the sound of construction in the distance and the

    Sounds of the motor in the fridge spinning to a stop next comes

    A lot of tiny birds.

    Do you wonder why?

    It always comes on

    I’ve forgotten the words

    First it comes on

    Creeping slow

    First it comes on

    It’s two syllables

    It’s not quietly it’s quiet

    That doesn’t help at all but that’s that

    I remembered on my own anyways

    All the memories pour out my ears

    Because often it’s all too much

    The only thing in our universe that I only found one of

    Was him.

    I wonder when memories of hockey boy will start torturing me again unbidden following the pattern

    Of the masterpiece backwards.

    Why do sirens precede Masterpiece Theatre

    And follow

    Astoria?

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  • Silence

    Knows why I don’t believe him

    Sits silent

    Are we bracing ourselves for the impact of the dreams?

    The shattered remains

    But there were so many whales.

    I don’t know who I swam with,

    But it was different than I’ve ever seen

    I was able to breathe the air and the water

    His presence was brief.

    I’ll try to focus

    On the beautiful orca I made friends with

    And the grey whales that swam beneath

    Like great islands beneath the waves

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  • It’s tiring.

    I tell it and then I realise I forgot something.

    So far from home.

    It’s cold here too often.

    I didn’t say it but I knew that following Venus was Mercury.

    I could tell because he was getting louder.

    Aphrodite and I aren’t talking.

    Wasn’t paying attention.

    Remember when I predicted several episodes in Supernatural?

    I forgot about that.

    Remember the whole thing about hats and how everyone could have a hat and then Steven Colbert did that hat bit and you were like

    Because satire is the best lie I ever told.

    The Mona Lisa?

    Okay.

    What is someone going to set it on fire?

    There’s blood in the water?

    I always wondered where that plane went.

    I’m too tired for your riddles tonight.

    I miss him.

    So many things were happening at the same time.

    The ringing says

    I’m sorry.

    Why?

    How many people died this time?

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