the week's end

friday night i watched a band play at a bar
they really shook the place
i even danced around some
and was happy to bump into old friends
even if they were just stagnant acquaintances
at best
nothing is really new with them
i was happy to report the same of myself
saturday night i slept on the most unforgiving couch
i tossed and tuned unremittingly
ad nauseam
just praying for the springs to impale me
hoping so perilously
sunday night i went to a minor hockey game
with my father
it was exactly what i needed

just dragonflies fantasize

if i close my eyes really tight

i can almost see the shore
i can almost hear the breeze
i can almost feel your sandy toes
touching mine


if i close my eyes really tight
and open my mind really wide

i can almost see the sea
i can almost hear the waves
i can almost feel my racing heart
touching yours

if i close my eyes really tight
and open my mind really wide
and push out all the car alarms and sirens

i can see your smile
i can hear your voice
i can feel your racing heart
exploding mine

i can feel my sandy toes
touching yours

who cares

here's what i see:
this stupid screen
this wretched cursor
this so called technology
right in front of me
for all to see
and an almost empty bottle
that i drank
solely
to help inspire me
to help
get it out of me
finally

gone is the romance
of the blank white page
that constant reminder
that you've yet to
write a single thing
and the crumpled disregards
surrounding me
strewn about
everywhere but inside
the waste paper basket
that we used to see
in movies about writers
like fante, see...
it's too damn easy
now
just to find something
that stimulates
in a new window
control plus shift plus w

what a fucking mess we've made

really