November 2011
October 2011
Self-medication, mostly.” —Magnificent Ruin (via nevver)
there are
all kinds
of
crazies
some more
talented
in their
ways
than the
overnumerous
duly
dully
sane.
i wish i was the moon // neko case
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At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)” —
Sylvia Plath (via talkativolive)
one of my favorite poems by Ms. Plath
“First, it gets better. Then, it gets hard. Then, it gets different. Then, it gets real. “
Right now, I am in the hard phase.
Homeless in Boulder? Stay tuned.
At least I am single again…
You said you wanted
me to come over,
and even though it
was nearly midnight,
I agreed.
I hit every red light
between here and
your house: start
stop wait and wait
and wait and start
just to stop and wait
again, stuck listening to
weight-loss infomercials,
right-wing talk radio,
that god-awful jingle
for the lawyer that
tries to sound like
a wild-west cowboy.
Idling under these red
cyclops eyes, I wanted
to tell you that this had
to stop, that I was going
home, that I’d see you
tomorrow, maybe,
but I finished the drive
and remembered why:
the red scent of your hair;
your lips against my neck,
saying,
“I’m glad you’re here.
I’m so glad you’re here.”
you got it, baby
Starting to like AA.
And looking forward to meetings.