4.25.2011

ouch, ouch

ouch, ouch,
ankle sprained or broken,
i don't believe anymore
don't eat raw liver ever,
pain, pain, ouch,
feels like forever, feels
like eternal boredom
setting in,
   get out while you can,
before the leather workers
   start,
before the rainy sunrise on
a shitty day,

ouch ouch pain
  lift that leg, wiggle
    those toes,
hating minutes without a smoke,
hating the tingling in my
ankle as i bend my toes
forward and back, forward
and back on the bench outside
my favorite bar, drinkin a
favorite beer,
  'enjoy it while you can,' i think,
entertaining the blonde on
the phone, tellin her "everything's
alright; just come over and
make the pain go away"

she'll wait for another day,
a more convenient time,
when we, enamored with
each others eyes, dive deep
into the mind eyes' hue.

My mind exhausted

My mind exhausted
from thinking about you,
like someone cracked an egg on
the top of my head,
yolk and white seep into my hair.
cracked eggshell ooze
drips over my forehead, over my eyes,
distorting my vision.
contorting contours of
buildings downtown
sounds like a hundred
street musicians, one for every corner,
playing Miles Davis to the wind...

The crowds move from corner to corner,
like tune-junkies, looking for
familiar fixtures in blue

a hundred thousand ghosts
haunting my chest
pounding to get out;
only after the quick
and painful
release