Tuesday, October 28, 2014

the last box of my ex-girlfriend's stuff
the only box
some tights and socks and a toothbrush
a towel that she used to refluff all of her stuff
before moving those clothes to her new place
and it really shouldn't bother me
because it's not like this was ever her place
and now i've got an extra drawer's worth of space
and it only bothers me enough that i have to think about it
and it was never really seven years
and if i focus on this then i'll get sad
which is dumb
but here we are, so i guess i'll just learn
how to do a backflip instead of acknowledging my feelings

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Tweets from the bus

"Let's get this terrible party started"
Plays just as the last bus pulls up
That's funny

Eight guys, two girls
One trans?  Drag queen?  Does it especially matter?
Oh, I suppose not

There goes one of the girls, off the bus
Bar was nice
Caddyshack was on
Sknny brian doyle murray is weird to see

The other girl got off the bus at the graveyard
Maybe she works at lu radio
I mean, lu radio is right there
No, she is going into the graveyard

Her head keeps swivelling so that her gaze meets mine
Which is strange, because there are several buildings separating our hypothetical gazes

But I can still feel it, and feelings never lie

Also, heads shouldn't swivel quite that far

Oh, she says to come and bring blood
Sorry, typo: beer
She says that she said beer, not blood

I heard blood, but whatever
Weird that I heard it in my fillings

Going to the graveyard to graveyard fuck, I guess
Will send the deets later
Is this thing even
Being renewed? Good question
Fucked if I know, guy

There's only so much
You can drown your sorrows, guy
Until it drowns more

I broke the first rule
No haikus ever, the name
The name meansnothing 

If you just add "guy"
To round out your haikus, guy
You're not okay, guy

Guy guy guy guy guy
Guy guy guy guy guy guy sob
 I'm so lonely, guy