Sunday, April 6, 2014

I hate you don’t leave me


i have heard this song before
and i dont like the lyrics
nor the melody

and it’s a shame 
cause you can say 
such beautiful words

Sunday, January 26, 2014

S S


i want you to unexpectedly sleep over at my place
and forget a cute piece of clothes in the morning
possibly a scarf
and i want to call you
to tell you about what you forgot here
and i wont tell you about the part
where i smelled the scarf
just to remember your smell
and right now this is really just the ‘you’ of poetry
but im hoping soon it’s gonna be You

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

why do you weep, did you think i was immortal


two days before breaking up you told me that if you fail
you’re gonna move to south america 
to do humanitarian stuff instead
‘oh great’ i said
and by ‘oh’ i meant 
‘jesus’
and by ‘great’ i meant 
‘look here’s an easy humanitarian mission
why dont you just try to love me'
the hardest words are spoken softly
and here’s my best attempt at teenage poetry
your hair was blonde and shiny like the sun
whoever got too close from it
got his wings burnt

Monday, November 4, 2013

your age is the hardest age everything drags and drags


oh god i just made a complete fool of myself after only four days with my new gf (?)

i really feel like i would have been better living as a small object like a moldy wooden table in an antique store

or something

okay

that is my presidential campaign


Saturday, October 26, 2013

d├ętruire, dit-elle


autumn is here and yet i dont want it
never would i have believed
that you’d leave without me
i guess ‘i love you’ and ‘je t’aime’
never meant quite the same 

Sunday, October 20, 2013

happiness etc


i will haunt you
in your head
in your bed
in your grave
i will haunt you

but the worst thing is
you’ll haunt me too

Saturday, October 5, 2013

you and your sister


i was sitting on the bus on this rainy day
lost in the labyrinthine structure of my sorrow
when a little boy sat in front of me
and his little sister next to him
the little boy was wearing a bright yellow raincoat
with the tip of its sleeves rolled up 
so his tiny hands could emerge
(nobody not even the rain had such small hands!)

after further examination 
i realized he looked almost exactly like me when i was little

the boy kept staring and smiling at me
(possibly understanding our cosmic connection?)

boy, he even made me smile
just a little


epilogue:

the little boy and his sister later started making obscene gestures
looking at me and pointing towards their genitals
my bus stop appeared
this is where the old farts leave
i got off and went back into this rainy grey maze