when I first met you and we were in the street and you said I love you

and I said I love you

and we had other things to do and you walked away

and I walked away

will probably hear it coming if it happens that early.  early enough to be awake when no one else is.

out of silence like a train.

these are the joys of being young
something to cry about
and a cigarette
because you wont die yet
liquor in a community that supports
because it is old and continues
past when you will
past when they did
these are the joys
and whether or not they will find you
when you are old
and whether they are old
and if the past has recommended the best
because it has not sometimes
as recorded
in a stale or in a longful way
what makes it into the records?
can it, will it
can I will it
be turned in my favor?
as some have
is it so much effort
the youth
can’t know the effort
that fades so sudden maybe
as to be gone
as to be

the nicest person i ever met. was not really.

hand and foot we waited. on each other.

for one another. the care was too deep

when it got cold. they kept tripping us up. our own four feet.

which we always entangled. frozen joints would.

make us fall down the crevasses. ice-climbers

ill prepared and pampered. like something you could kill.

and savor later.

 

• From the start.
• Can’t figure it all. Can’t condense it, no.
• which is fine, i feel that way too
• feel to make a classic. but can’t remember how the story goes.
• but it’s not a remake, so. won’t be telling it, no.

There are many lights up above,
but which one is the moon?
Oh there, there I see it, that one up above.

roommate fight

ends like

no. I mean. but thank you for buying the toilet paper

I worry that we only wish ill on each other

.

this is my impulse that wishes you well

makes us care for one another

that we only wish ill.

.

initially, no?

this is what drives us towards trust

.

eventually

we will die.