untitled.

SO! a few minutes on the ill-literacy "366 days, 366 poems" blog and i wanted to start writing again. go figure. i've been having trouble with writing longer bodies of work (as seen in my last facebook posted poem), so i'm trying this way for a little bit. these poems probably make only semi-sense. [ shrugs ] uhhh... i'm gonna start trying to write consistently? i think... don't hold me to it.


I.
i don't write love poems
because they all suck
and because i hate that all my metaphors would have to include
flowers
and other dumb sh*t like that
and because
you don't bring me
flowers
and other dumb sh*t like that
so the metaphors, like the poem, would be pointless.

II.
we fight
like junkyard dogs on a bad day
or like me and my poetry on a good day
over sleep
and assumptions
and what's stupid
and what wasn't said
and what was said
and the yankees winning
on a not-so-daily basis.
we fall asleep
to the sound of the other breathing
on a pretty-much-so-daily basis.
any national geographic nutjob documentarist would call us confused
or amazing.

III.
i like sci-fi and watching cartoons
ralph lauren boxers
and arizona black tea.
days when the yankees win
barbeque ribs and smothered porkchops
silver hoop earrings and cleaning to good music
breezes
and my boombox.
sitting on bookstore floors and spending too much money
funny commercials
too much milk in my coffee
going to bed early and sleeping in late.
old pictures
old mix CDs
old memories
and you.
walking along the FDR Drive
and ice cold water
and you.
babies falling asleep on me
and looking at the sky
and you
and you
and you
and i
like
you.



peace.