March 2009
12 posts
Presence
We give gifts to each other, good ones and bad ones. Some that don’t fit. Some we intend to return, but never do. We sit for hours and watch movies or read books near each other, never talking the whole time. We smile and laugh at the same time. Sometimes I laugh and you cry. We give gifts to each other. Presence.
In Your Eyes
Could it be that I am only what you see me to be? If so, I want to find the you that sees the best me.
Confusatron
When I remember lost nights so far from home, wandering the streets in a skin that was not quite my own, I remember you. I remember smoky bars and beers left half-drunk, only there for the bass and the drums and the sax and the humanity thronging all around, oblivious to my ectopic wonder, a man out of time and place. Thanks for that, though you never knew.
“All of which makes me anxious. At times, unbearably so.”
– Double Bass, Gorillaz
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when no one is looking
i’m contemplating how the mirror reverses things. everything farther behind me is farther in front of me. people think it makes my clever t-shirt backwards from left to right, but it doesn’t. it’s already backwards from where i’m standing. i trace the words from shoulder to shoulder to be sure.
some people look in the mirror just because they enjoy what they see. not...