rachel maddow

I have a huge crush on Rachel Maddow.

6 times

Sign on, inherit me
and
save.

Tender on the inside, Hard on the outside

She was so tender but hard on the inside
You were screwed up
From the divorce in the works

You couldn’t separate
The separate, from the desperate longing for the person you said you loved.
I just got the blowback
off of the rebound,

Cast away like a plastic tomato sticker.

So, you go date other people. Like you want to. New feeling frees you,
lets you “find yourself”.
Your “husband “ took his new girl to italy;.
It screwed with your head,
And you fucked with mine.

Although the love supreme I had, still strangely rings true.
It wont ever be the same again.
You stepped on me.
And although the bruise makes me stronger,
I’m pissed off. I’d rather it not be so bluish black.

Your timing is impeccable. Fucking 86’ed between xmas and my birthday?
Beautiful.
Pain is usefeul. It’s no subsitute for experience.


1/11/09

Everyday Is HAllOween

The phone wont ring
I cant call.
It’s only momentary. Isn’t it?

Time drags like a chain with a Stanley lock on the end.
Waiting for my torn insides to mend.

All the kids out gathering chocolate. Real thin triangular touches.
That didn’t completely suffer in the sun.

The nights melting, all tears and rain
Candy’s running in the pumpkin

Limber burnt orange.

Bonds slipped, stiffened
Waiting for gabriel’s trumpet’s blowing

The end if it all
Equals
The beginning of it all’s future.

Everyday is Halloween
10/31/2008

Brothers of the A.M.

A purple click slicked as the rain falls.
The bmv 750 shoot off the roads like yuppie wildfire. We all know
You shouldn’t fucking punch it when the oil hits the water hits the road.

My phone’s blowing up. My brain’s shooting up possibilities.
Scattered. A wildfire. North of Rutherford. North of Yountville mental.

I got 6 cases of wine in my room.
Like I’m going to drink it all. (I will eventually)
The knock on the door is my liver.

The texts illuminate the ’84 Celica gt. It’s a blush bluish white.
Dodging the traffic north from SF. Like these fuckers have never seen rain.

There’s another. This time a Mercedes. A white one. Drive slower my brother.
A race machine doesn’t make you a racecar driver.
A giant cock doesn’t make you a fucker. Giant ears don’t make you a listener.

There’s a ringing. Resonating.
Someone missing.

6:50 are every morning some poor bastard starts his jeep Cherokee
To go to work.
5 times a week I hear him. As I go to work. Aren’t we both fucked?

I wish I could have a moment with this guy and listen to his problems.
Brothers of the a.m.

Brothers of the a.m. 10/11/08

Kel

I’m thinly soaking the sun off the concrete
Talking to my friend
Drinking in her pain, it’s a bitter coffee.
He’s sun beaten down upon her red hair. Curls in her rear view.

He don’t wanna work. He put the lack in slack.

I listen and feel slow syrup leave her lips.
Driven from the 2nd chance state to a greater fate.
While keeping it like ray charles said ”Georgia on my mind”.

The smell of the morning @ 5am is sweet like magnolia.
The drive alone to the gym is no use cryin.

When I hear her voice with pain, I pain. She’s been the steadfast pillar.
But even pillars have to crumble a bit. They can be fixed.

But, as she said “it takes time”.
I always thought that statement was bullshit. To an extent it is.
We are all born into a different queue.

I just think her bounce like a superb all waits for a sunny day to hit the ground.

Kel.
10/11/2008

it always stings

yeah.you always write a love poem.
find yourself in the other person, and lose the moment in the ether.
it's never set in stone,
the recognition of the expectation.

it's real easy to find yourself bentbroken like a spinning hubcap.

then why, do you keep doing it?

hope.