Ordinary Walks

You slowly became the affect

My small incandescent bliss.

You over time evolved into a hobby,

That thing I did in the evening;

Walking the streets looking for

You to tell me why I was looking for you.

Played Division, ours none. A

Black & White bell on your dress.

Or stale letters still sitting on a coffee

Table waiting to be addressed.

Some irk of the taught. Pulling

Out the evening tide.

You never came quick when I called

Tuesday afternoons alone, in Evanston

Where your mother never knew you went,

My suspicion grew neigh. But I never left again.

1:26:09 (Hate)

1:26:09-  

I hate your hair.  The way you never talk out loud.  

I would think you had Asberger's if someone told me so.  

I've talked less to myself over the past five months than words to you.

I hate the way you don't bite your nails.

Your skin, it's smooth and well polished, it bothers me,

I hate your brown eyes, they've confused me.  They have never made me

laugh.  If smiling was it, I hate you for it.  I hate your absence, the abscess,

you are a pull in my groin a tremble in my voice.

When you drop by in my unexpected, I tear up, skin-dry

and an extra pack of cigarettes to get through seeing you, five

extra dollars I have to spend.  I hate knowing that their is a girl like you,

why did you have to go being so goddamned fucking perfect?

Extinct Birds(Our Mistakes)

Extinct Birds(Our Mistakes)

Are we there yet?

Soon we can share a toothbrush, before

long we'll even taste the same, a little bit of vanilla

and some French bread will take us a long way.

I guess donating blood is out of the question

until you come back from navigating detours.  The rental cars too,

are going to be unavailable, but I find purpose

walking in the cold to see you.

It hasn't been this heavy-set in almost

two or four years, hours of waiting at the drawstring 

blind, twisting back-and-forth.  The new view is already outdated, and

I have had to find new ways of coping.

The new blanket I brought here, the violet tie on the floor, and

especially guest pass with your name on it- reasons to step outside.  I

am dying for you.  A little bit of dying can be a good thing.  Some room

away from the rest to really see what this all will look like from a distance.