this whole sham makes me sad

like it's been a year already...

now he sees why she called after the concert...

and i am still not getting what i want
i want to touch the back of your right arm
i wish you could remind me who i was
because every day I’m a little further off

but you are, my love, the astronaut
flying in the face of science
i will gladly stay an afterthought
just bring back some nice reminders

Astronaut - Amanda Palmer

some reasons and/or excuses for my former life

Can't remember, what went wrong last september,
though I'm sure you'd remind me, if you had too ~

Comfortable - John Mayer

To tell the truth, I'm not sure what
happened, and I wish you'd remind me,
if you could

it was...sudden, a tense loss a knee-jerk
something, a conviction of the best way
forward clay-charge with no oversight

like we knew what we were doing, asking
everyone for directions, asking children
to dismantle a church,of deep religions,
that they had no business in

it's all the public slips, feeling my answer's
out there, in them, spattered over bbqs, beer
cocktails in your new dress - and they've, them,
with pearls, to me in your gin-gossip

they're easy to hate - given keys
to you, many many, without the instructions
...it's fission for kids...alchemy for
cherubs bent on candy-thin lives

they'll never know, incapable of knowing
what we felt like, and the hard, hollow (lost-wax method)
that sinks into this silted body, a rumbled
unsettled teeter in foetid canals

missing link

I want to write ___ a letter,
describing the meaning of everything I have
ever written
and send it, hidden in a chest marked
'Fossils' to see what happens.

poem on glass opposite a court of justice

I found it really funny
when she asked
you if he was okay,
then asked
you if you were too

isn't it odd, still
that no one asked
me that, not even
after, not even yet

I found it really funny
how nice he was,
the look of terror
behind his kind eyes
but then

I remember being him,
meeting a beard
and scoffing
because I'd had you
and he did not

so I think the fear I saw
was mine
reflected through
Seven stars and back
into my horse-terror eyes

the white's all flecked
my heart pounding
I want to make you laugh like that
I used to make you laugh like that
How does he make you...

But those are those 3am failings
I always talk about -
the worst lesson, and here it is;
is that you're okay, by all accounts,
maybe you never weren't
and I'm still here, doing this
in the small, odd hours

that doesn't seem funny anymore...