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| Somewhere in France. August, 2011 |
in darkness / hold me close
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
I sit and stare at walls
Bleak moments, these, pregnant with anxieties that, though still young, seemed as old as his own age would allow; descended from a long, hearty line of anxieties not so different from today's. Anxieties about cars crashed or fallen into disrepair, dwindling reserves of personal capital, disappointed girlfriends left wondering what it is, exactly, that they're doing sticking around, debt (always of debt!) amassed to, seemingly, no personal gain, the mere prospect of having to feed himself yet again with food prepared in haste and with a lack of skill, and, of course, his having these anxieties at all.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
An Old Poem
I am haunted by the ghost of you
Standing loose-limbed and angry
The corner of a mouth turned slightly down
A brow furrowed almost indistinguishably
I can taste exasperation
I can taste disgust
I can feel frustration
"We" has wilted, slowly
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