metallic ride

is there anything beautiful about

subway train poles? to touch

i wear gloves in the summer, i am sick.

you wear gloves in the winter, too. but you are just cold.

hold on, you may experience abrupt stops

tell me what you think about

miracles,

has one ever happened to you or someone you know?

please watch your step.

how much more is there to learn about

random etiquette

behavioral norms

standard of being

regular existence

welcome to : status quo

what does that even mean?

please stand clear of the closing doors.

all we do is talk about

four things over and over and over again

because somehow that's all we ever want to discuss

it is enough

what is ever enough?

it is enough 

to talk back and forth and back and forth and back and forth

it is called feedback

it is called i got your back

it is called you never called me back

never expect anything back 

we are moving and we cant go back 

our next stop is

sapling kipling knapsack

i am going to sleep to have nice dreams.

good luck! 

thank you. i love you,

it 

feels so perfect.

it 

truly moved me

you 

have to see it.

now how are you?

my phone is inaccessible

i would have called to tell you that

you remind me of someone great.

we better not have school tomorrow

wont it feel perfect to

wake up to a nice breakfast,

coffee and a cigarette,

snowflakes

and almost everything at once feels

perfect.

the keys to fabric interior

stare at snowfall

look, light lessens into an evening of

whatever you make it --

clean out all the gum wrappers and frozen water bottles

from the floor of your car, finally

our movie ticket stubs and those forgotten chapsticks 

         were rolling around in the backseat 

[we]  were rolling around in the backseat.

purple yoga mat, pastel blue rain coat

huge bottle of seltzer, navy nail polish

car is clean of contents and

our table of contents reads

fresh breath, 

hydration, 

entertainment,

company,

relax, rain falls, fizzle of passion, painted in a soft embrace

lips lock, hands lock, eyes lock

could    this    be       love lock?

but it's getting late so you open the door to let me out and

the 

car 

locks.

spreakly

when i speak

i want to spit

s p a r k l e s

into your eyes

and i don't need a reason why

but i'll tell you it's because ever since we met

i have known you were special

and i only spit sparkles into special peoples eyes

and i don't need a reason why

but i'll tell you it's because knowing you is like putting purple, symmetry, the rain, cursive, long eyelashes and puddle stomping in a room with big windows and watching them all cuddle.

sophoclesticated

i wake up this morning and i think to myself,

'I am ready.'

The Now is just a series of hallway passings.

En route i see the same

i take a different

i see the same

but feel different.

The Now is only a fraction of connection

a snip-it of interaction &

a glimpse of reaction

we sense it

some avoid it

some revel in it

but we all sense it.

The Now is just a series of hallway passings.

i wake up this morning and i think to myself,

'Are you ready?'

but only when

i'll hide in the corner of the sky

so you wouldn't even see me if you squinted extra hard

and furrowed your brows

and shut the world out with a visor made from 

your little hands cupped over your little face

your same hands that knew me and my hands

our hands were almost as good of friends as we were --

but when you looked up at the corner of the sky, if you did actually see me,

you could mistake me for a star.

will you, please, mistake me for a star?

i don't want to be found, just admired from afar 

and wished upon

i imagine it would feel brilliant

your eyes ablaze     &

you are mesmerized by a corner of the sky

i am hidden in;

you ask if that's going to change

i say yes,  when morning comes.

meltinyermouth

once i took a green m&m

and pretended it was wearing white stilettos

it looked sexy,,,

and then i ate it.

in human life, m&m's don't have chins

or feet to wear stilettos on either, but

television tactfully taints the truth, so

we either want to be like them 

or eat them.

2009er

i dare it to be 2009,

but do you know just how to party?

to party

let's party

who is having a party

party hard, but

we partied softly, does that mean

we didn't party at all?

party unexpectedly

you only really enjoy 

the unplanned part of planned parties

play with p's

pajama party

pants party

no pants party

there's a party in your pants?

and i'm invited?

how original

i dare you to graduate.

whatever's eve

the ambiguous "they"

say you never forget your firsts

not only, but also 

you always remember your bests

make monday my holiday

treat tuesday like a memory

but never wait for wednesday 

unless it's only because it's a wednesday: the eve of a potential holiday.

countdown to whatever's eve and celebrate days as if they were holi-days

10 seconds left to feel

fab.you.lust