para lucia con amor

las palabras son una cosa divertida
la mayor parte del tiempo que pueden ser tan poderoso
pero a veces incluso un escritor debe abstenerse
para algunas cosas no se pueden poner en palabras
incluso los mejores que tenemos a nuestra disposición y
se entregarán la belleza que tenemos ante nosotros

the suburbs

i like poetry
because there aren't
any rules to it
at least not in these poems anyways
i've never been good at following rules
here, it's just me and rows of keys
and lack of sleep
and fears and dreams
here, its just me struggling
to get through
each and every day
without a wink of sleep
poetry happens within the cracks
while the rest of you lay dormant

i was in the virgin Islands once. i met a girl. we ate lobster, drank piña coladas. at sunset, we made love like sea otters

what's new?
she asks in italics
nothing really, i say
work. play. repeat.
it's like groundhog day
only i'm no bill murray
and there's less going on here
than in punxsutawney
that and harold ramis
isn't even jewish anymore
it's not even february 2nd
for christ's sake
and there never was a damn andie
just a photocopied piece of paper
that implied her
stuck to a trailer door

late at night

we could always get so drunk
that we just pass out fully-clothed
side by side on a couch
and meet in the middle
with our foreheads for support

fine print

she said she needed
somewhere to sleep
sure i said of course
don't even mention it
when i came home that night
my room looked so big
and both her and my bed
were nowhere to be found

bi or be wear

we glorify ourselves
in our profile pictures
but it is within
our view more photos of
that we really live
unflattering
and mostly out of focus

the social

she writes to me
that she's been busy
that it's social season there
lots of outings and outfits
and champagne hangovers

i think to myself
that i've not been so busy
that it's baseball season here
lots of innings and infields
and cheaply-achieved hangovers

i picture white gloves on everyone
garsington opera season in oxford
the guards polo club queen's cup final in berkshire
the british jumping derby in sussex
holker garden festival in cumbria

i picture gents wearing monocles
just like the monopoly guy
and i picture all the lavish events
and impeccable table manners
and horse hoof banter

and i smile and think
she's probably the fairest of them all
and that she pulls it off
with wit fired right over their heads
and that she can't really be into all of it