Oh, tonight began with anything.
Shaft of a light. A warm breath and a scream.
Ah, yeah.
Oh, tamper if you like between The Doors.
Oh yeah. Huh. Huh.
Oh, can’t expect to go out, to go out with anything, anything more.

I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb ‘to trust’ and never let you down

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
I wish…
I wish…

April 5th, 2012 5:20PM

Despite my ghoulish reputation,

I really have the heart of a small boy.

I keep it in a jar on my desk.

March 12, 2012 12:00AM

“Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That’s me: I’m not that.” 

March 5th, 2012 1:29AM

Long night,
even longer day. 

Been awake for approximately 40 hours…

January 27th, 2012 6:50PM

All men are boys. Pathetic little boys.
It doesn’t matter whether they’re 15, 37, or 80

Vulgar, it’s better then being boring.

I like your Sunday personality better

You can’t be running off like this,
all knotted up with yearning,
following some train whistle,
can’t hang onto anything that way.
When you’re looking for what’s lost,
everything’s a sign,
but you have to stay right up next to
the drawl and pull of the thing
you thought you wanted,
had to have it, could not live without it.

Honey, you will lose your beauty
and your handsome sweetie,
this whine, this agitation,

the one you sent for

with your leather boots and your guitar.
The lonesome snag of barbed wire you have
wrapped around your heart is cash money,
honey, you will have to pay.

-Ontological by Maggie Anderson