08 December 2015

a night club, or what can happen in 3 seconds

Our eyes just caught,
  I walked away. 
You followed me.  

That moment though,
  I saw it all. 
Our brand new life. 

Odd, uncertain
  I, too eager. 
You are distant. 

We get along,
  Get through it. 
You, happy now. 

The nights spent out,
  The city ours. 
Thinking too much. 

I know better,
  But I press. 
I should back off. 

We both felt it,
  It's perfect. 
It's scary though. 

You walk over,
  I say hi,
It was a dream. 

26 October 2015

In progress

"I suppose that I've settled into a sort of bourgeois nihilism of late. So little seems to matter a great deal and the days slip by uncounted." He shifted in the banquette uncomfortably. We'd now been talking for two hours. The wait staff hated us, four coffees and two hours later. 

"Are you sure you're not just bored again" I asked, adopting aloofness. 

"You'd be so reductive"

"You'd be so melodramatic."

He idly stirred his coffee. My eyes wandered out the window into the always busy streets. 

"I suppose. But it all is intractable, however you choose to label it. We can't actually change anything of worth. That's a sort of boredom I suppose."

I hadn't heard him. I was too fascinated by the large man outside trying to thrust flyers for some local titty bar in the the hands of every passerby. He caught my eye because he seemed so enthusiastic. He wore ill fitting clothes, a smile seemingly the platonic ideal, and an honest swagger. He stood in stark contrast to the man before me. 

07 April 2015

The point

I'm there
Quiet. Still. Listening. 
       void is better
than pretty lies
      told by prettier people
I speak. Certainly. 

09 February 2015

Tick tock

Tonight I miss routine,
And ever her proper bonnet. 

Tonight I miss represent,
So that I'm actually understood. 

Tonight I miss take,
My heart as my own and no longer his. 

Tonight I miss label,
A frown as a smile and walk about my life. 

Tomorrow I miss apply

Tomorrow I miss direct
My friends. 

Tomorrow I miss appropriate
Time well spent. 

Tomorrow I miss match
Socks most likely. 

Tomorrow I miss align
A smirk for a boy. 

Tomorrow I miss speak 
For when anger is sought

But now I must stop
For I am completely wrong. 

24 January 2015

Reflections on sin

I've done one you know,
  The unpardonable kind. 
I've worn bright colours
  On a dreary day. 
I've trusted beyond my ken,
 Causing damage beyond my mend.
I've said what's on my mind
  When yes was expected. 
I've fled. 
I've lead. 
I've caved. 
I've been late. 
I was so early that one time that I stood out like a sore thumb. 
I've been silent
I've been absent. 
I've not told you everything. 
I've told you too much.