more angst

how hard it is to hold up this cut out
when the wind blows up from the depths
from where the foundations should be

look at me smiling isn't it great
i love life and everything is perfect
i'm having a great time and i even love myself

except i don't. the wind catches the billboard
and flings it up into the blue sky
what do i really look like now?

stream of consciousness

a homage

please, don't let me forget
when we laughed, and walked in the rain
we weren't worried about getting wet, or being cat called.
when we were in the know, and were the funniest guys around.
or when we stayed up all night, not to study
but for it's own sake, and because
what could be better than getting breakfast
first
thing
in
the
morning
slipping and and sliding down the ice frosted hill, holding on
to each other, while we could.before time
sent us flying apart like dandelions in the wind.
going together to make a costume at the thrift shop
eating together and feeling great not because
of a costume, but because of the feeling of being truly loved.
by being buried in love,
where chance meetings had  infinite possibility.
when life wasn't a thing that took people away, but brought them together.
to run and dance and scream into the night, the same lame songs, but together.
to lie on the floor and to sleep. and dream of love.
And sandwiches in the park. being chased by squirrels.
and all the little moments that i might be just around the corner.
Biking in the rain, and electric candles that flicker in the darkness~
illuminating the possibility that maybe we'd be able to write lousy poetry together forever.