sand castles

love doesn't show favorites

love is more like the tide than anything else
yeah maybe it's just like a tide
and maybe he is just mad because
he has worked for years to build up a massive castle
to defend his heart from the crashing waves
and the walls are reinforced with beach sticks
and there's a moat and a secondary wall, too
and lookout posts with sticks and carefully selected shells on them
it's one of those castles that you build with a real metal shovel
and people stop as they walk by to admire it's strength
and he worked hard on that castle
but he can't stop the tide
and as it relentlessly breaks down his walls
he can barely stand to see the destruction
and as his heart is washed out to sea
he is still thinking about his demolished castle

without realizing that it is floating out
to the most beautiful sunset

inescapable kind of love

i am driving down the highway
at 75 miles per hour
and she is on my mind

i am flying through the day to day
at 4-5 emails an hour
and she dances in my head

i am writing poetry about other things
but they all quickly turn into love poems
for her

it's that inescapable kind of love

and it feels goood

we sat by the window

it was drizzling outside so she wore her north face jacket
she was a few minutes late, i could tell she was nervous
suddenly i was overwhelmed by an unexpected excitement

i was a bone-dry, cracked, desert-beaten tongue
talking to her as a free man
was the sweetest soul-quenching water i had ever tasted

wooden floors in georgia

she wanted me to spin her again
treated me like i was the best dancer she'd ever known
i wasn't that good but her eyes sure did sparkle as she spun

that's exactly how you fall in love

every day on the way to spanish

i noticed that we caught eyes every day
every single time i passed her
i wasn't used to a girl looking for me

extropy

extropy

it's a funny concept ain't it

while we're all thinking about our problems and ourselves and our days and our lives and our long-lost-loves and our regrets and our promotions and our GPA's and our lovers and our neighbors' wives and our families and our families' problems and our government and our caskets and our regrets and our jobs and our lovers and our beautiful children and our regrets and our concepts and our parents' parents' concepts and our puny concepts and our failing sex organs and our overactive minds and our half-empty beds and all the other shit we think about

none of us is thinking about
how we're all systematically moving away from each other
in a nice, orderly, conceptual fashion

i guess we'll deal with that when it gets to be a problem

she sits on a wall

she sits on a wall about 6 feet up
she swings her legs and she smiles at me
i am not used to it; i wasn't expecting it

see that's exactly how you fall in love
and don't you let anyone tell you otherwise

addiction

i was told a story once
it led me to believe in love
and i trusted my mother and father
and i loved women without fear

i painted myself and nearly let her die

i promised myself i would never love again

i lynched myself with love's noose

never would i love again
i did not cry with them on their knees
i did not cry when my love died
i did not cry when i thought i died

i did not love again
until you.

lonesomnia

souls tap on the window
toilets squeal in the next room
next-door parties are deafening and penetrating
thoughts eat hours and discard their nutrients

this is the lonesomnia

this is the slowest minute of the day
and the farthest mile of the universe

distance is to happiness

:: as ::

"lonesomnia" is to comedy