Thursday, August 30, 2012

a ship in a bottle

there's too much plum
the four dollar bottle
of malbec
i bought tonight.

and at this point,
i just don't care anymore.

we have had the conistency
of strangers.
where everything just drips
until one of us goes to bed,
neither one of us
saying our prayers.

but the only difference is,
is that i am here
you are there,
this bottle we sit in
is certainly not a church.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

before it gets louder

in the deepest part of the night,
when you think
that everybody in this entire city
is asleep,

you just know better.
the quiet
leads to thinking
and the thinking leads
to a tiny siren roaming
far enough off in the distance
where you categorize it
as just another example of background noise.