December 2010
152 posts
That’s no way to live all tangled up like balls of string. And we woke at dawn and watched the sun glide over the hill. I just said the first three words that popped into my head. Let me off the bus; I’m tired and soar and should probably change clothes. And the circuits are blown, my woman is cold, our children are stoned and worthless. All waiting for you to tell them the truth. The...
“You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There’s still...”
– The Outsiders
This is the day we met. You were down by the surf, I could just make you out in the distance. I remember being drawn to you even then. I thought, “Wow, how odd I’m drawn to someone’s back.” You were in that orange sweatshirt that I would come to know so well, and even hate eventually.
I wish John Lennon was still alive so I could...
She whispers to me, I was meant to be free, this...
Time it was, and what a time it was, it was. A...
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Monday I drifted away with some coffee to keep me awake. And you saw New York one final time as this credit card shut up your eyes. Tuesday I woke with the dawn and put my old wedding ring on. She said, “Time is a fickle mistress. You can drink, but you’ll never fool it.” I am invisible to you. All on my own, what can I do? Southbound is heaven, the city of sin. And Wednesday I...
Who wants to go see Bright Eyes with me March 5th?
There is always something so…endearing when...
I’m starting to feel we stayed together out of fear of dying alone. I’ve been slipping through the years, my old clothes don’t fit like they once did so they hang like ghosts of the people I’ve been. It’s like my heart can’t be tamed, I fall in love every day and I feel like a fool. I have to face the truth that no one could ever look at me like you do, like...
Collecting everything we could of theirs, the Lisbon girls wouldn’t leave our minds but they were slipping away. The color of their eyes was fading along with the exact locations… of moles and dimples. From five, they had become four, and they were all the living and the dead, becoming shadows. We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn’t contacted us.
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You're a stone fox.
