mandatory retreat You show up unannounced again, three days after I say I can’t see you anymore and six weeks after we meet. I would have told you not to come. But you caught me off guard, like the day I first saw you. There are things that I do and things that I have done that you will never know. It’s why you can’t keep coming here. It’s why I never should have agreed to see you twice. You think things about me that are not true. I...
this. bitch. The way she follows you is laughable. She is a painter who is seven years younger, five pounds lighter and many lifetimes of practicality unborn - than me. I have this odd way of stating things. Like how on the day we met I told you to move in with me. She doesn’t know me. But she follows me. She reads my blog. She masturbated to one of my photos. She thinks about me much more than I ever consider her. She only crossed my mind...
First of all, Sia: Chandelier ... you're welcome. Last night over Shiraz with my girlfriend, she put me onto Sia. Apparently Sia is from Australia, I can't lie - I never heard of her the nine years I spent living there, but I live a deliberately sheltered existence in many ways. Which sounds peculiar considering I live in midtown Manhattan... I digress. Chandelier by Sia is my currently favorite song. This usually changes every two or three...
the tricks It was the magic tricks that might have won me over. You have to work and so I meet him at Bethesda fountain. You’ve only known me a month and aren’t sure why I keep going out with strangers that I meet online. You don’t understand, I should never be left alone for too long. It’s why I live in midtown. He’s paranoid from the start, so I know he’s cheating on someone already. “No, sorry, no phone numbers. Yeah, my...
Yesterday after writing morning poetry to Moto Boy, who I discovered listening to a German internet radio station, I had the pleasure of connecting with him in social media land. This led me to Moto Boy's latest release, Keep Your Darkness Secret. Within 10 seconds my hair was let down and I was once again bending in the city breeze... writing poetry. After my Allen Stone episode last week, which had me shimmying on summer sidewalks up and down...