June 2011
12 posts
I DROWNED IT IN THE TUB WHILE SINGING SHOW-TUNES
I BURIED IT IN A SACK IN MY BACKYARD AT MIDNIGHT
I CLOSED IT IN A BOOK UNLIKELY TO BE NEEDED AND PLACED IT IN THE STACKS
I RAN AND RAN AND RAN AND WHEN I GOT TO THE END OF THE TRACK
I TOOK UP A THOUSAND NEW ENGAGEMENTS
YOU STILLED MY FRENZIED HAND WITH YOURS AND SMILED AND SWEPT
YOUR HAND ACROSS MY FACE
YOU GAVE ME BACK MY LONELINESS...
I WROTE YOU A LETTER
I WENT TO MAIL IT BUT THEN I REMEMBERED I MADE YOU UP
SHOULD I STILL MAIL IT
May 2011
16 posts
BECAUSE PEOPLE BECOME UNCOMFORTABLE IF I STOP TALKING AND STARE AT THINGS INSTEAD
OR START CRYING FOR NO REASON
THAT’S WHY I’M NOT MORE SOCIAL
WANNA HANG OUT AND BECOME DRUNKENLY OVERWHELMED BY THE HORRIBLE BEAUTY OF ALL THINGS WITH ME IS AN INVITATION I NEVER RECEIVE
