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Maine Man, 2017
You were my Maine attraction
For a month long distraction
From my past & present
With the future in every conversation
Our words becoming connections
Every song turned addiction
It was too good to be true
Would be an exaggeration
Each day an acceleration
Into our lovesick imaginations
Until you awoke one morning
Feeling hesitations
A 3:29am conversation
Creating overwhelming confusion
Two hang ups later
Was a sixteen minute dissolution
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Wrong Again
Imagine
You’re watching TV
With the person you’ve been sleeping with
For the last four years
Their head is in your lap
As they lay across a brown couch
You’re sitting up
With your head resting into your hand
As your elbow leans on the arm rest
Your other hand
Across their back
You’re smiling
Their room mate walks in
And they don’t bolt for the other side of the couch
In fear
In embarssement
In denial
They stay perfectly still
“Maybe things really have changed.”
You think to yourself
And continue smiling
A few episodes go by
No one has moved
Their phone vibrates
They open it
You look down
And can’t help but see the screen
It’s a photo
Of a girl
In her underwear
With the message
“Happy Birthday!”
Siding With the River
The night started early As we drove the stretch of road Poison in one hand Ready to explode Familiar faces filled This city that was new Sound waves made it to ears Of a crowd that gradually grew
Sweat mixed with blood Brains melted to the floor I stepped outside Hoping to explore A man was waiting for me With a hiccuping grin He tried his hardest to explain He’d never seen it more apparent in
Two people that were meant To spend their lives together Growing young & old & taking care of one another I couldn’t stop questioning So I went in search of the van I got in & stole some paper With a pen in my hand
I started to write a list Of reasons I wished I were dead But I couldn’t get the racing thoughts out As fast as they were in my head As I finished you unlocked the door I folded the paper into thirds You got in & started up the van I laid back down as we went into reverse
Wolf Cryer
Boy, you’ve repeated your past Of empty bottles & broken glass For each step forward You take six steps back
She will come for you in your sleep To take your broken soul to keep Making promises Pretending to weep
Patterns repeat as habits mend You try to forget, you try to pretend But The Devil will follow you Until the next end
Happily Ever Before
A man walking backwards Bumped into a woman doing the same Both trying to retrace their steps Outlining the blame The man looked weary As if to take his last breath He had spent years searching For his perfect early death The woman looked young Full of joy and life She had spent years searching For a man to make her his wife She thought it could be him He was once full of charm & kind So she reminded him of this Changing the man's mind He no longer forced Death To come knocking at his door But now he found himself Always wanting more She gave and gave Until she could no longer give It still wasn't enough for him Now she wished to not live Years had slowly passed They were all starting to blur So the man started walking This time it was forward
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A Memory To Forget
I'm finally in love But she no longer exists Except for in old photographs And the tattoo on my wrist I developed something from nothing But I'm afraid to see How the negatives turn out Meaning everything to me The glossy branches break My heart as I remember Our saline filled kiss The last week of October The only way for me To still connect to her Is to finally let go And write her these words
Second Guest
It's like I'm walking backwards The way I run into my past Stomach filled with diner food Knowing the fullness will not last Three second long embraces Caught by a set of jealous eyes Two confused minds caught up In five month long white lies Tables of people watch me As I check my upside-down watch Letting them know I must leave To grab a couple single malt scotch My flustered mind changes As I arrive the opposite of early So, I order myself not one, But two Dirty Shirley's The redness from my drink Follows me into the photo-booth I smile like I'm fifteen again As I notice my chipped front tooth The light captures my blank stares One white flash at a time The last one takes me by surprise Grabbing the glass of ice with lime My ears hear last call being called I swallow my drink the opposite of fast Preparing myself for my forward walk home Hoping not to run into my past
$346.10 Poorer
Walking the puddled snail road where I once lived The man wearing the garbage bag doesn't seem so crazy anymore Unsalty tears start to drop from the hairs in front of my eyes Four more blocks & I can get rid of this stamped letter Twelve more rainbowed blocks & I may start to feel better Post office parking lots without crosswalks or runs The crooked sidewalk aligns with my spine I hand the man my envelope & large bills going towards rent In five to seven business days you'll be holding my hand-writing Outside, the double painted lines seem much more inviting Twenty-four hours later a room is full of busy gentlemen I stand next to an ageless moth while a woman pronounces words These people hold their liquor like they hold their breath Three inches away, compliments come from piercing blue eyes A girl filled with butterflies hands out two month long goodbyes
