Saturday, October 26, 2013
Warm engine hum. I'm burning up the miles to be in her bed. I will numb myself with her body. Inside the four walls of some motel room. Wherever you tell me to be. Distant galaxies. Numb myself with the words in my head I will never speak. Momentary closure, photographic false memories. Always better a day later, a week later, 6 years later. You can't have what you want. Take what we can get. Heartbeats. Warm engines. Warm skin. A hard kiss on the mouth while i'm inside you. Stay numb.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
A jet engine roars and throttles down to achieve altitude needed for descent (I’m just guessing here because unless you count reading Enders Game ive never been to flight school) Every 8 minutes the planes land and take-off. Coming, going, coming and going. My office being in the flight path shakes and rattles with the whooooosh as the plane rushes past my window then disappears from view. I listen for the explosion like in my dreams but when there is nothing I assume for now the 100 or so souls on board are safe. I can only hope this happens every time, every day , every 8 minutes for however long im here in this cubicle. My most vivid nightmares consist of tornadoes, submarines, the night she left me, and planes falling from the sky. Common dreams. These planes make me think of the show LOST . Makes me wonder if im not already dead and me being here so close to the airport is a sign that I can’t seem to grasp. I am living in the “flash sideways” life right now. Here but there here but not. The repetition and signs and it would be so easy for me to go online book a plane ticket drive 5 minutes and be in the air on my way somewhere else. If i could get back there somehow, back to you. Maybe we are ghosts. Maybe we were meant to be together?
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
My mom drove fast darting in and out of traffic. Accelerate, down-shift-accelerate. I was late for school again. I had trouble getting up for school. I stayed up late reading books and comics all night. I played with Star Wars figures, listened to records with my giant head-phones. Every time i tried closing my eyes i wondered about dying and death and how it would hapen and what would happen after i died. I was one those kids who thought about everything to much. I dreamed about girls even at a young age. I wanted to own a dog. I wanted to learn Kung-Fu. I wanted escapes, adventures and to live in Oz or Disney World, maybe in the haunted mansion or 20 thousand leagues under the sea.
Quick lane-changes. The book-bag near my foot slides across the floor-board spilling out an S.E. Hinton novel, # 2 pencils and a Trapper Keeper. The windows were down and the radio turned up loud enough to hear over engine roar and wind. The station on was 103.5 WSHE "She's only Rock-in-Roll" - A scratchy voiced DJ introducing a scratchy-voiced band - ACDC- chik-chik-chik-chik-chik-chik-and the power chords of Back in Black kicks in. It sounds like the devil. Like temptation and I want more. I always want more. When i get to school I need to tell Kelly about this song. But i don't remember if i ever did. I can only remember the scratchy voice screaming about black, the wind punching my face and no red lights.