the roomies, early 2007

James lays lazily watching a TV commercial

Selling a television, or lipstick; pink I think.

I think, this might be thunder rolling in;

Crashing, like dishes dirty in the sink.

I think, Kevin must be on his way, soon enough.

Last minute Lora, kissing enough to last

Until Friday. Next week will be moving in tomorrow.

I think, I might be hoping

For a late night call from you. Like last night's

Drunken, backwards, half-hearted apoligy (insulting).

I'm remembering my cousin's laugh, sudden and true.

I think of you, when I think of

Almost anything. Surprise, surprise.

Shuffling off, grey shoes, near

The chair I slept in last night. We

Were right on track with midnight love

Making, to making steps towards birthday dinners,

Book discussions, rushing off after sleeping in too late.

I think, I give up on this.

I think, winning isn't worth it after all.

I catch a break between two moments

To consider your side. I find a breath,

Breatjing you out, without much regret,

Forget, forget, forget, we ever met.

And everyone laughs, the funny scene between the trees,

The polka-dot chair peeking through the screen.

I think, this is as far as I can get.

RAAAWWRRR its Sargeras!

below is a sonnet from the greatest known world crushing poet, Sargeras

Enjoy...

They're not afraid of me. Their jackal-cries
And leaps, and shield-wall rattles are unfeigned,
Their iron-shod angry spear-tips upward trained
Perchance to pierce my black, unarmored eyes.
They're not afraid. Nor would I be, though I
Were mortal e'en as they, and small as they
And knew my sun had wheeled its final day
Across a singed and melancholy sky.
(It's over.) In the distance fades the roar
Of my lieutenants, whose unruly song
Gloats throaty over trophies, braying long.
I fly instead to silence at the core,
Whose still-warm glowing rivers lurch and braid
And tumble at my eyebrows unafraid.

If sweetness could burn

I'd be bandaged up and blistered.

You've been bringing more than

I saw coming my way.

And I will take this step.

I'll let some sweetness dissolve.

After all, time is shorter than you imagine.

But I will take my time with you.

And please keep in mind

What I've been through before.

And keep your wonder

Wandering, be free and float.

That's what makes you shine so, anyway.

If this was it,

I'd wrap you up in the details

And fight it out until it wasn't worth the effort anymore.

I won't let you go

Starting tomorrow.

I'll sleep on this tonight,

And feel how it feels to slide into giving in,

I'm living in a world meant for me and you,

Alone.

Will you begin, to see it my way?

Anyway, I'll try my best. If I regret what happens

I'll be better off for knowing. Knowing you.

Knowing there's something better off in the distance.

And I begin to let you off too easy.

Are you coming home?

Monkey, I've missed you. It's beginning to blend into

All those times I stopped holding onto.

I won't let it die.

I'm here to stay, for a while.

If I could only see you smile at me

Once before I dream tonight

Things would be very easy

And I'd be rising out into the midnight sky for good.

I wish you were coming to visit soon.

Oh monkey, how I've missed you.

So many times we've been right here.
What ties me to you is real, unspoken.
But things have shifted, and again
It's fading, distancing my here
And your there. It isn't fair.
And who's at fault? After all
We're children playing a game for
Grown-ups. If we were older
Things might have turned out
Golden, but time is short
And I'll get to the point:
I'm not over you. I am
Right where I have been
For years. And I'll
Hang onto you.
Until you
Come around
Again.
Bye,
For Now,
Beautiful.

May 18, 2007

Another beer my dear?
There are plenty in the fridge.
We have everything we need right here,
so let your golden hair down.
I'd like to just sit around
drinking whiskey while the sun sets,
laughing loudly at the times we've had
so far, and it's only just started.
Your smile makes me feel silly,
and your eyes tend to freeze me solid.
I don't know what it is,but you've got it;
and I can't get enough.
So let's open up another tall boy,
I'll let you call me cupcake.
I don't just want to spend the night with you,
I'd love to spend the next day too

June 29, 2007

She threw the lemonade
with passion, I knew she meant it.
It shaved the paint from the wall
behind my bed, where we dreampt last night
of how good it could be
(my arm resting beneath her head,
tingling; falling asleep).
But it's not up to me, she thinks
she's done with this, and that.

And now her voice, slightly slurring,
is saying she wants to "work it out",
to "talk"-- which mostly means yell
at me, like a dog who shit in the corner
of her bedroom. I'm running out of reasons
to keep this effort up. Her golden hair
is dulling, I see the crust and scabs
covered with makeup, that weren't there
last time I looked. But it's my fault that
we got here, so I'll let her choose.
Please excuse me dear, be a little kinder,
I am all you've got left to lose.