Thursday, November 21, 2013

Before The Maid

Just because I'm
the
kinda guy
Who cleans before
the
Maid comes
doesn't mean
I've got a Maid.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Saturday, November 16, 2013

The Smiths

Thank goodness The Smiths recorded all those great songs so I can hear them while waiting in line at Starbucks.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

I lied

I lied about my heart.

The Old Robot

I vacuumed the old robot, but the old robot keeps on dying.

Whoever you

Whoever you may be ///

SHE just introduced a song
- the last song, sorta -
on that grey market recording and didn't SHE ever sound like your impersonation of HER? The lyric (this is a new insight; take note) reminds me what I once wrote

about: you
on: a puke bag
aboard: an airplane

I should have filled it up and
sent it to you.

Engrossing imitation of the sweet life you always managed.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Something happy

Something happy reminded me of something sad.
Something sad reminded me of something happy.
That is, they both reminded me of the same thing.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

It's not your face

It's not your face I see
everywhere I turn.

It's the
back of your head.