May 30, 2006

I have already become

What Ive always

Avoided, averted, abhorred.

May 29, 2006

Everyone knows how to fix it

but nobody wants to help.

May 28, 2006

The closest Ive been

in that many years

was tasting the taste

that once I shared.

May 27, 2006

It said, "End this song with angry words."

But I just dont want to be here now.

May 26, 2006

If only the summer would love me back...

May 25, 2006

You dont know me.

I dont know me.

May 24, 2006

I dont sleep there anymore,

But Im just a shelf away.

Sleep without you

But I wake up right

Next to you.

May 23, 2006

Can't remember where I'm going,

want to forget where I've been.

May 22, 2006

...or does she only pretend to make him happy?

May 21, 2006

She touched my leg there. I sold my coat there. I made a friend there. I crutched to get there. Ive never been there.

May 20, 2006

Why can't we ever

smile when we leave?

May 19, 2006

I could use a little

something greasy to eat.

May 18, 2006

Faith like a child. Love like a dog.

May 17, 2006

Every night I wonder:

What do I call home?

May 16, 2006

...but shed your ability to find flaw, scorn, and repusliveness in the beautiful things.

May 15, 2006

Perspective changes everything.

May 14, 2006

I am in the middle. Middle America. Middle child. The middle: inbetween two places. The mountains to the west, the plains to the east. I starve for autonomy, yet suffer from loneliness. But sometimes the middle is a good place.
There is a pub down the street from where I live. When it opened, I began frequenting it...often. The mountains. Then, realizing that I was developing a bit of an affinity for the suds (a road that I have traveled for years), I stopped going altogether. The plains.
But its warm out now. And we have bikes. And the pub has a porch. And happy hour. So we rode there. We rode, drank a pint or two, and shared great conversation. If that porch had ears...we would be in trouble. In moderation, we solved our problems. We talked about the women that we love and hate, the roof over our heads (or lack thereof). We talked about faith and morality. We exchanged truths. Over a pint or two.
In the middle, we became taller. Bigger. More humble. With less weight on our shoulders.