Thursday, October 27, 2011

Sunsets in Sunset


The orange arms of the sunset embraced them from behind. They sat on the porch of a house on Prospect St., edge of the neighborhood, right before a brightly lit downtown. Their beers sat sweating on the round faux glass patio table where they both had their feet up. She wiggled her toes covering the Bank of America building with her big toe.  
“Do you remember that bit from SNL?”
“Which one?” he asked.
“Remember, they did that thing with their fingers and they’d crush someone’s head. They’d say “I crush you!”
She turned to him mashing her index and thumb finger together her voice deepening in an odd Slavic like accent giggling.
                “No, dork!” He laughed and shook his head. 
 He reached for his dewy Heineken. She watched his profile, the Adam at the center of his neck rolling up and down as he swallowed. It was almost the end of summer and much of their time had been spent on this porch. She reached for the rainbow colored glass pipe and lighter on the table, the sound of the lighter igniting and a deep inhale followed. She passed the pipe to him and he used it to point at the large two story house across the street.
                “How much do you think that house is?”
                “I don’t know. It depends on the house. Not cheap I’m sure ‘cause of where we are,” she said voice gritty with exhalation.
                “There’s this dude that lives there. I hardly ever see him, but he seems pretty friendly. He waves, doesn’t complain when that house gets a little,” he pointed to the one next to it, “crazy,” he paused as he took a hit, “I wish I could buy that house though.  That would be cool sit on the top balcony, rent the bottom floor. Just do up keep and shit. It’d be a cool little deal. You know?”
She was nodding when they heard a loud noise, not a bang or pop, but a thud that echoed from the very house they had just been talking about. They turned to look at each other.
                “What the fuck was that?”

Thursday, October 20, 2011

A.M.

where do i begin and where does it all end
the places faces that encompass my world
they wait
they see
for the next thing that waits to defy me, surprise me, 
ultimately crush me
the love the heart that thing that follows

we wait and we watch
as we check mate ourselves
into this auto feeling oblivion
a place where we all dance, we talk, we walk 
into an unknown something new

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

the s p a c e s we create

                                                   

                                                   

                     we create the space around us       



that keeps                                              strangers                                       

                                                                                                              from invading our space.


the space around us that keeps    peoplethatcouldmatter    
                                                              from invading our space.



                     there is the space that we create after thatcloseness has already happened and we                                                  


b                             a                              c                              k


                    away into our corner.
becauseweareuncomfortablewithbeingclosewithsomeonethatknowshowtohurtus.



there is the                                                   space 
                                
 that we share with the peoplewelove and we don't pullaway from their touch


there is the simple space.              my space.                 that i choose  to                                                               
                                     share      or         n o t. 


                        in the end it is the  s p a c e  we each create

Monday, October 3, 2011

blurb

the soft palm of his hand against my face, long thin fingers reaching into the edge of my hair, as i look down. the shadow of my eyelashes hiding the expression that i don't want him to see. the expression that says that this wasn't me anymore. that perhaps the fire from earlier had simmered only to a few burning embers. a look that said i was ready to go...