Pink-tinted the way

Pink-tinted the way the TV glistens for me

Ruby-red lips are all I can remember

Temporary amnesia has taken hold

And I thank whatever god made me this way it so

Just try

To let the words come out of your moth

Dance on the lips my ears

Twing twing twing

-2007 or 2008

Found in my sophomore year

college notebook

A man came up to me the other day

A man came up to me the other day and

asked me what I do.

I smiled and peaked over

the rims of his glasses and

confidently sighed an answer--

like with the release of a deep inhale--

I say:

I wait.

I wait for buses to halt and pick me up,

for drivers to yell the next stop and

for destinations to come closer to me.

I wait for the moment when the car has

travelled double of itself.

Say, a car is 6 meters in length, I wait

for when it moves from 6 to 12 then 18

and so on.

I wait for the numbers to buzz by and I

miss them.

I wait for long-lines to shorten and

learned to tap my feet to tunes.

-Probably done 2 months ago.

There's another version of

this on my ipod

which I think I'll save for

a later post

Lunchtime & mussels

Lunchtime & mussels at an

all-you-can-eat diner.

The children all run to the dessert table to

get their fill of

iced cream and nuts while,

somewhere near the fried

mozerella (sic) and

tapas sits

the mussels.

Breathing with a huge muscle

tongue

sifting through dirty air with

fine untouchable

pubic hairs.

The mussels wait for someone to

pick-up a tong and take her.

- Earlier last year, I believe

She was left on her own

She was left on her own, pondering the meaning--or rather lack of meaning--of existence. Yes. It bothered her. It shook her to the bones. Blood possibly curdling while one red cell pushed another forward while moving along inside a vain (sic). He didn't know her. He didn't know of her. But his recent passing gave her the chills. Teeth-chattering, knee-knocking chills. She placed herself in his room, looking up at the feet (that connected to the legs then to the pelvis, then to the torso, then to the arms...) dangling from above. She stared qute (sic) a while then moved to touch his clothing. She moved him. Swung him from left to right. Twisted the rope that hung him out to dry thrice. And then let go. The rope unravelled (sic) and so did he. It wasn't a sick or demented mind that made her playful with his hanging corpse. Rather, it was curiosity. A curiosity that made her look up at the unblinking eyes (attached to the head, attached to the neck...) that looked down on her. The irony. He was dead. But she was "on top." Like an angel wiping a cloud clean and peering down below, he stared. And she responded. A staring content, apparently, that neither of them could lose.

- A college notebook find,

probably September 2008

I promised myself a calmer love

I promised myself i'd be more

composed

in my next love

w/o pronouncements and proclamations

to people who do not blatantly give their

damns

I promised myself a calmer love

without pronouncements and proclamations

over PA systems

in school halls, office spaces, kitchenettes,

and dining alcoves.

-About a month or two ago