Where the Wild Things Aren't

I've done a lot of thinking about life and friendship, love and death, and the basics of every person (as varying as they may be) today. That's a lot for my little brain. So, obvs, I have a headache from the sixth layer of Hell. But, after talking with Lisa at great lengths about doing what it is in life that we love, maybe it's time I get back to my basics, yeah? glad you agree. >_>

It took Lisa to get me back into songwriting. I'm so grateful to have that muse. Maybe now that I have a little swing back in my step, I can get back into writing stories. I have... three or four unfinished screenplays that have been staring me down and demanding attention for about a year and a half now. Totally unfair to the characters I've created to put them in difficult positions and never give them their way out. Sorry, guys. Be back soon.


Also, Dexter premiered tonight. Season 5, motherfuckers. Pretty weak opener to the best show on TV, but still a cut above the rest. The last season will be hard to top in terms of storytelling and performances (though season 2 has a good corner on that market, as well), but I have faith that the writers and performers will not let their darkly dreaming devotees down*.

Also also, I can't seem to stop listening to the same four Dire Straits songs on loop. I need some new music, I think. Or, I can just stop hitting "back" on my iTunes player.


I should probably start rough-drafting these posts before I commit them to the www landscape for persecution, but I can't really be bothered to do that right now, as it's 3:30 in the morning. I spent some time with Lisa before she went to class, and now I'm awake and wanting to accomplish a bunch of things. Today, if I sleep, will be a productive day. Thank God for the get-up and go. Now let's just keep the supply equal to the demand.




*-alliteration, ftw. Au revoir!

Untitled, but she knows. :D

We sip warm soup from our chipped cups
in our blissful purgatory
We're bundled in afghans and blankets
No one paid the air conditioning
and the ice water has all but boiled
But, at least we have something to hold our soup

Behind curtains, we steal kisses
at the company Christmas party
If HR knew, we'd be fired and out
of a job
But, at least we have money to spend on each other

We walk, arm in arm, down secondary roads
Our love is our own affair with each other
If either one of us found out how the other felt,
we'd be ruined
But, at least there's passion, no?

Times are many when I remember her
hair and how it smells after she's walked around
all day
She is to be photographed at noon and her make-up
is crooked
But, at least I get to see her face

And if I could steal one kiss in front of the company
Walk down one highway, carrying her over my shoulder
And keep her cool on the hottest of hot days,
I'd give everything I own
But, at least I have my belongings for the moment
































so, there's that. I'm gonna try and update this shit more often. Peace out, girl scouts.

Heavy a Heart

I am aware of my hands
and how they tap
dance across these keys

These rushing winds that swirl
'round my body, whipping
me into ecstacy, and pulling
me from my thoughts
We move slowly in time through this
fast paced city in which we wait
for buses that hardly arrive, we wait
for food we could make
ourselves, we wait
for each other

I wait, like a good man does
staring, alert, into a computer screen
hoping that each chime brings your presence
My stomach tells me I am hungry
I wait, like a hungry man does

There is distance, in which I can taste you
I feel your soft skin from 10,000 miles away
I am at home. Our bed is made.

I am aware of my hands
and how they tap
dance across these keys





I love you, my dear.


Yeah, whatever. It's been about a month since I posted something, so why not have this melancholic piece of work be the return post? Right? right. good answer.


Thanks for reading!