Archive for May 2008
union station
at a train station you are not leaving from
arriving, looking for a place to sit.
waiting for my uncle that he has never met.
we wait and we wait,
the train does not show.
walking around.
gazing upon the crowd.
one couple strikes me,
as the couple he and i are meant to be,
he points them out, and nearly shouts
about the couple that is our future.
dragging me into an elevator,
i scream and yell,
threatening that he’ll go to hell.
i gasp for air
as i emmerge
from the stainless steel box
of doom……..
i send a text,
we stand and kiss,
promptly followed by making out.
we hold hands,
walk outside.
he gets the text,
laughs out loud.
we suck face some more.
my mom calls.
i freak out.
lets hope she didn’t see us.
let us leave,
come back soon.
to retrive my uncle from
the trip of delay.
he sits infront.
i hold his hand.
i know that this is almost the end.
we get to his house,
we can’t stay long.
we kiss out by his garage.
then i leave,
he watches me.
little does he know,
i start to cry.
it is the end.
i will wait several weeks
until we can meet again.
fruit cake
no one has ever liked fruit cake.
except old ladies i guess.
this fruit cake was 54 years old.
it smelled like death.
and looked even worse.
i refused to taste it.
even though it offered its self many times.
it acted like it was sublime to be a fruit cake.
it carried a can of weed.
often getting high.
it strutted it stuff
which made all of us cry.
it some times drank rum
but it never settled well.
perhaps it was too fruity.
it often belched.
yet it often tossed its cookies.
it lost weight.
and was no longer able to hold doors open.
the useless fruit cake was left in the dust.
and it joined his fellows at the
local fruit bar.
heart shattered
who are you to take my heart, and stomp on it?
the blood gushes out in streams.
the tears on my face stain your hands red.
my heart can no longer feel love.
or hope. or warmth. or joy.
please remain happy.
upon your high horse.
‘t would be a shame
if you fell of said horse.
thanks to you my heart is down,
down on the floor.
it drowns in tears,
flooding la terre.
my heart is dead.
therefore so am i.
who are you to say how i should die.
you however accomplished thus,
as i sit with souls,
as lost as mine.
and no longer cry, or feel pain.
