I'm reading this poem
I'm reading this poem upstairs
next to the cat box
so eloquent
I'm reading this really fucking good poem
The kind where your heart tenses up
Like when the strings get heavy and
the two main characters marry someone
they're not supposed to
in a montage with the background music
I downloaded and put on a mix
just because your hand squeezed mine
a little bit harder
and I almost spilled the Milk Duds.
I'm reading this really fucking good poem
upstairs
and it's hard to believe you won't want me
to trip down the stairs and read it to you.

New project!

Listening to This American Life today while I sliced some bread I was inspired to start a new writing project.  It's going to be based around the Drake Equation.  Using the variables from the equation I hope to crank out some poetry and short stories that follow a theme.  I've been into theme lately.  I don't know what it is.  Can't help it.  Just letting you all know my plans so you don't bite my rhymes.

9.6.07

Missing the ups and downs
of missing
are missing the missing
ups
and downs
are missing ups,
downs,
missing
The ups and missing downs
____

How long before it's just your
face, pleasant as always
Even yellow-toothed and
drug through shit
How long before it's your face
trapped behind these lashes?

9.2.07

Let us
unattractively ride bikes
Our knees splayed to the winds of
the East & West
northwest southeast
As if rot had set in & the cure was
swift wind
As if sweat & determination ever cured
anything in the crotch
As if shrugging over the handlebars any more
could offer up the world
But just obsessing nulls the pain
ever so slightly
Clusters of chest hair billowing
from deeply cut wicking fabric
And we've given up nice asses on these
banana seat saddles