22 April 2010

I Dream of You Coming Back Every Night Since the Morning You Left or Window in a Cheap Apartment Building

I was a hot mess
the morning you left
and the chill of the morning
crept in through the door
and the music was still playing
soft guitar
and piano
and heavy-handed metaphor
and I felt like I'd been there before
the déjà vu made me shiver
or was that a draft from the window?
I'll never know.

16 April 2010

Sob

I mean to say I am, I mean, to say I am, I mean to say I am man of woman of love of man and woman of man and woman and love of man and woman and I mean to say I am mean man to woman's means of love of man of man and woman and, say, woman to man's means, am I to say I mean I am man or merely means?