MySpace

So, I "opened' a myspace page this evening. It really is a means to an end; a friend sent a link to my ex-wife's my space page and I just couldn't let her have it to herself...

Mostly, I just wanted to contact some old friends who have pages there and the only way to do so is if you register as well. In a way it's like those grocery store cards. Let them track you and you can feel like you're saving some money.

Also, the China trip has been postponed until next week. Good news, though; it will give me a bit more time to get some things together. I don't think I was ready to leave today. I did purchase (well, the old man purchased) some new luggage. I don't think I've ever owned as much as I do now. Previously, the most luggage I ever purchased was for my ex-wife's anniversary present. Who knew she'd use it to leave me? There's got to be a poem in that somewhere...

I did purchase some new music that I LOVE; the new Glenn Kotche record (Mobile), one from Broken Social Circle (unbelievable), the new Josh Rouse (always a good bet) and a song from a guy named Finley Quaye called Even After All. KILL YOUR TELEVISION AND LISTEN TO SOME MUSIC!!!

I took my ring off today--REVISION 4

put it in the console
beside the seat
dented by you
And waited
wondering what would happen next

there wasn’t a bell
or a red light
or anything at all to let me know
that this was the end

somehow, though
the easy slip
over a wrinkled bend
(a click on the nail)
and into my palm
felt final

v.4
dm

I took my ring off today

put it in the console
Next to the seat
dented with your shape
and waited
wondering what would happen next

there wasn’t a bell
or a red light
or anything at all to let me know
that this was the end

somehow, though
the easy slip
over my knuckle, into my palm
felt final

dm

Nicole

I used to have hair
and the courage that came with it
bad boy, with all the trimmings
and a trail of broken hearts

and when I look at prints of him
smirk and earring(s)
bangs in eyes
I understand why I met you

a heady rush, a crash
once upon a time in a summer addiction
carried through
still with me, a physical impact
the force of you

still that last small distance
potential only inches away
an organic cuve, shaped by the negative space
between our bodies...

...remember dancing close and alone
SRV into purple haze and you
eyes closed and beautiful
beer held tilted, arm crooked
the other around my neck

that club isn't the same anymore
the pool tables are gone
they speak a different language

and all i want is to drink japonese beer
with the top down, the smell of cabriot leather
and salt air, pina coladas at sundown
and two bottles of wine

glory mercy peace truth
Miles and 'train
camping in your backyard
close in my arms, feeling the nowness of it
and knowing its over

Spiders

Any of a million different strands
and I'm the one
whose picture is on the fridge
or cornerd on your desk
arm on shoulder

and here I go again, spirialing into infinity
wishing for a poet's way
with a devil's grin

a bottle, some cans
resen stains and a pair of sunglasses
left on a nightstand

woven, a delicate threading
thing, a beginning that I've already seen end

Early times and Curious George

"...and I could feel it, that sweet sadness welling up in me for weeks"
-Dorianne Laux


3 weeks out and still waking up late
You said you liked the library close
and you could stay online for an hour

Two cookbooks and its all familiar to me
but in a comfortable way, an easy way
kitchen smells, cat underfoot, bag on the living room floor

you moved the bar onto the coffee table
we watched a cartoon with dinner
My shirt's now missing a button

sweated through, wet with effort
your face between my hands
and the smell of your hair