Showing posts with label millions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label millions. Show all posts

24 May 2013

blanket

millions of pillows, windows open
  we have had an excellent try, molly
  we went to a movie
it was made by those who brought us the twilight saga
  bc all I wanted was some icecream
  to solve my 29yrold headache
I brought the leopard lisa frank blanket
  and I wore it to my legs
  and snugged with my milkshake.
I sat with nickey, and britta, and that tall one with the sparse face hair
  and the long feet in long shoes
    that's my favorite thing on him
  besides the 13 inches he stands over me
but he doesn't know me very well
  he had changed into a handsome date sweater
  but I'm guessing he rarely wears it
    rarely dates in it
we didn't hold hands, or touch or anything
in the car we leaned toward one another
  with a seat between us.
he knows enough, maybe
  like that I won't ask
                 I won't try
who knows, can you hang?
  I had a crush on him because of 7th grade orchestra
  he played stand-up bass
  and I was usually last-cello
    so I'd get to sit by him.
  he never talked to me or looked at me.
he was a skater boi
  he'd dyed his hair black and he'd headbang while he played.
  he doesn't remember the jr high me
    so is it cool or not
that he wants to hang 17 yrs later? with old-new-me
  I guess
    I live in boise, so
on our first date we went to the gasstation
  there were 5 dudes, all posing toward various audiences
  one bro was absently chewing a box of nerds he was about to purchase
  and I was able to look around at each of them
  bc none would make eyecontact with anyone
he bought me one of those giant glitter-fleece roses
  and he held up the line while he filled out the card
  he spelled our names phonetically
    which I found pretty endearing
       even though the flower is hideous
         and it makes this gross crumply sound when you spread open its petals
  I guess when you want to be a good date you do things like that
I had a dream I was going to nebraska
  and someone said, I heard you got a bus ticket back
  are you really sending me a mixtape?
  is it going to be a lamentable one? are you an across-the-country date?
  is that something to look for
when I came home, I asked my new landlady
  how she felt abt overnight dates
  she really doesn't like the idea
no smoking pot
  no sleepovers
     is this the kind of adult I'm expected to be?
fun
  I guess at 29 I'll become like you, then
paranoid
anxious
and lonely
with no one to share
  my millions of blankets with

21 May 2013

a million bucks

thank you for the invitation
  I woke up with flowers in my eyes
  something happened when I was asleep.
  what happens when one is asleep?
all of my millions left me
I was knocked at the knees and 
all of the change
  is in gutters around.
    where are my shoes?
     where are my cadillac dreams?
        where's my word of today?
perfect
  mercurial

I was trying to flirt yesterday
  with this miniature bikejock
     he asked if the tunamelt was poisonous
I said, Hey guys, mercury is in retrograde right now
  so it's left the giant tunas of the world
  sucked back up into the atmosphere, right?
I mean, that's what that means
  I want to empty out thermometers in you
  I want your insides to burn sizzle out
    or is that mean?

I had a million bucks yesterday
  and I blew it, on a couple of things I wrote down
  on a drawing I made.
I felt the soft edge of some bend
I felt me pulling round it.
but dream memory
  and reality sad come by
    even in my silk vermilion blouse
       and the woolen plaid & everyday's tiedye
         I am still a solid wish 
                        a wonder
                         a so very solidly disappointed

I'll break my own record
  it's a tedious thing
  
   and what's left
                   but to wonder at         disappointment

there's nothing to be done with it
there's no effective

diss
diss
diss

12 May 2013

chasttity

 will I ever be as pure as you?
I have had sex with over five million people
I could name them all on
the worl'd
on the longest paper
I could write a continuous manuscript
on a roll of parchment,
but does that change it 
but doesn't that change it?

filled with all of the sorries
doing the let me explains
urging the hear, here's whies
switch ears, I'll give another
moral blunder
your pink holes
in your pink head
there is always a you, you
and it is about you
but
we like it when
the you changes
and you are you a new you

and the you doesn't hold
to the things about me, you know
and I hold to me
and you hold me like me
like the millions have held
like I'm held in the millions more