April 5, 2014
Gone for 20 years too long.

Gone for 20 years too long.

February 20, 2014

Whenever I’m on this train
I am attached to what I’ve left behind
A rubber band stretching
Between two poles

November 22, 2013
in a day

you can live a month in a day
you can put brain waves out into universe and never know where they land
you can pray
you can pet your cats
you can alphabetize your record collection
you can imagine quasars spinning in scales unimaginable
you can remember your grandfather, his hands and his voice
you can buy an umbrella and leave it on the train
you can imagine a stranger’s thoughts
you can work
you can picture a four-dimensional object
you can make music
you can feel love and warmth
you can make the world spin
you can take a shower
you can meet Jack for a drink and you’ll both laugh
you can study
you can trust the government
you can watch
you can write
you can breath

November 20, 2013

called my mom last night
“oh son, remember:
this too shall pass”
like a blanket I wrap myself in
dangerous comfort
hermetic solace
“when?”
“when the time comes. when He decides”
regret and pride don’t mix
gravitationally bound
with your own personality
- and beliefs
“who’s he?”
“you know who He is. He knows you”
build your mending fences
keep the menace out
jesus shines - I guess -
on both sides

“blessed are the merciful. for they shall find mercy.”

October 25, 2013
spaceexp:

U.S. Mid-Atlantic Coast at night from International Space Station

spaceexp:

U.S. Mid-Atlantic Coast at night from International Space Station

(via theatlantic)

October 10, 2013
Mercurial

Got a bad name.
What’s so wrong about
Changing with the weather
And being affected?

August 19, 2013
Day three

Rivers and lakes in New York
The bland taste of fresh water
A quiet hunger takes hold

August 18, 2013
Day two

And we smoke our cigarettes in the Cross-Bronx coffin
And wait for the sun to go down
When the traffic lets up we have energy again
The Southwest towers patient in the lumpy frontier
Cool night air screams by my window seat

School pride in dark windows
Lonesome bravado buildings stand despite their empty rooms

All these corners and turns
I’ve been here
And there
But I left these places
And put them in a shoebox
I watch myself walk to class
Smile and make a joke
He is
Afraid, but learning

August 17, 2013
Day one

Leaving town after a night of smoke and lights
And blur of body parts
And agents of confusion

There is:
My pretty blonde wife
Sad cat, Charlie
Glass of ice water sweats on the counter
Dust settles on the lamp shade
The walls and corners -
Stretch higher than the ceiling
The bed, unmade - like a lunch you forgot to bring to work

Home is home when leaving
We’re apart, we’re together
I bring us with me

July 26, 2013

This dumb train and window
Landscape that passes
Sidewalks end here
Think I’ll write a poem
And watch the sun make shapes on the cabin floor

Telephone wires rise and fall along for a while
From pole to pole
Giant Newark facade reflects lifelike suns in triplicate
Red lights turn green
Mother jerks her child:
“Com’on hunnie, the train is here”
Shrill AM-radio-voice through the speaker

Woman finishes her cigarette and sits down
Brings the smell inside, faint and mixed with berry lotion
Aunt Stacy’s bedroom

I see:
Baseball fields and graffiti
Smokes stacks like dicks protrude from unexcited towns
Cars wait in lots for their owners like dogs outside a coffee shop
Graveyards, of course
Miles and miles of baking hot track
Mobsters unseen digging holes

And then:
A bird flies
A fly buzzed
The train stops

May 11, 2013
The walls have texture down here where we wait. It sleeps. We wait. When it comes, we close our eyes.  (at SEPTA Suburban Station)

The walls have texture down here where we wait. It sleeps. We wait. When it comes, we close our eyes. (at SEPTA Suburban Station)

April 30, 2013

When I run out
I wear your deodorant for the day
Bringing you with me
Under my arm Like a folded newspaper

April 26, 2013

"That’s just the way I do things. I need to feel it. Like, just feel it flow and come easy."
“And I don’t?”
“No, it’s just not a prerequisite for you.”
“Prerequisite for what?”
“Getting swept away and creating something out of nothing. That doesn’t happen to you.”
“I can get swept away.”
“Can you?”
“Sure. By you… and you know, books and stuff. Music, too.”
“What does it feel like?”
“Like floating. Like when you smell something and can’t place it in the past. It’s fleeting, but it’s real.”
“Does it make you sad?”
“Only when I think of dying.”
“Are you afraid to die?”
“Yes.”
“Me, too.”

March 27, 2013
Everyone should be as lucky as me - to love, to marry, to argue while shopping at Ikea. #equality

Everyone should be as lucky as me - to love, to marry, to argue while shopping at Ikea. #equality

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March 24, 2013
kitty-en-classe:

Annie Hall (Woody Allen, 1977)

kitty-en-classe:

Annie Hall (Woody Allen, 1977)

(via man-of-prose)

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