It's a funny thing for a photographer to wish they could wipe their memories.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Sex Appeal
He was standing near the door
in snake skin patterned boots.
His hair was almost to his shoulders
it was wavy with layers
but not in a pretty way
in an 80's way.
There was something about him
he had this strange appeal
and although he had all the calling cards
of some kind of lay about
I couldn't help but imagine
taking him to bed.
He was almost a rock star
I was drawn to him
in a way I'm not used to
I almost felt like leaning against him
and whispering something near his ear.
Just one night.
But the fluorescent lights
and the atmosphere
were a little wrong.
As I knew he would,
he got off the bus
before my stop.
in snake skin patterned boots.
His hair was almost to his shoulders
it was wavy with layers
but not in a pretty way
in an 80's way.
There was something about him
he had this strange appeal
and although he had all the calling cards
of some kind of lay about
I couldn't help but imagine
taking him to bed.
He was almost a rock star
I was drawn to him
in a way I'm not used to
I almost felt like leaning against him
and whispering something near his ear.
Just one night.
But the fluorescent lights
and the atmosphere
were a little wrong.
As I knew he would,
he got off the bus
before my stop.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Too Much and Not Enough
When last week was a month ago
and keeping my nose
on top of the water
in a calm shallow stream
feels like a task more suited
to a better person.
The Trouble With Me
The trouble with me
is too much to see
thinking out loud
plates crash to the ground.
The bother with time
is drawing the line
between taking a break
and staying awake.
The complication with creation
is all the inspiration
I'm forced to abate
to put food on the plate.
The anguish of life
is just another strife
I need to fix
to get my kicks.
is too much to see
thinking out loud
plates crash to the ground.
The bother with time
is drawing the line
between taking a break
and staying awake.
The complication with creation
is all the inspiration
I'm forced to abate
to put food on the plate.
The anguish of life
is just another strife
I need to fix
to get my kicks.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
It's Time
Our friendship is strange
it has no place
it's inconvenient
and has no taste
You're far from me
and I from you
we can't help ourselves
and it keeps me blue
Are you happy?
I don't know
I care for you
but it's time to go
It's drifting
It's sliding
it's losing it's zest
we've had too much fun
and it hangs in my chest
I thought I'd die
if you weren't about
but time can teach
what we can live without.
it has no place
it's inconvenient
and has no taste
You're far from me
and I from you
we can't help ourselves
and it keeps me blue
Are you happy?
I don't know
I care for you
but it's time to go
It's drifting
It's sliding
it's losing it's zest
we've had too much fun
and it hangs in my chest
I thought I'd die
if you weren't about
but time can teach
what we can live without.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
It's Odd and it Lingers
It's so odd
when people linger
and you can't shake the company
of friends you have to call strangers
this awkward mood descends
and you sometimes wish
you didn't know anybody.
when people linger
and you can't shake the company
of friends you have to call strangers
this awkward mood descends
and you sometimes wish
you didn't know anybody.