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shows

shows. oh going to shows. drinking some drinks because its happy hour in a corporate establishment because its there and safer than the alternative. dancing sitting dancing closing your eyes listening listening listening never stop listening it truly shows

Posted By weetz On 12.28.2012 @ 5:11 am

curse

oh curse you scientific writing. all of my words don’t fulfill the meaning. its not specific or detailed or together sounding. its reads like a bottle in a wave driting out to sea. or like a glacier moving ever so slowly back to the poles. not like a journal article.

Posted By weetz On 02.21.2012 @ 7:43 am

temple

if our bodies are our temples, who is the god? who is the goddess? is it us who live there, who make it a home, who sweep out all the dirt or is it you who place flowers at the altar?

Posted By weetz On 12.14.2011 @ 1:54 pm

prints

prints cover the walls in the fishbowl. in layers, in stacks, hung up by tacks. i’m grading papers by a golden glow of a newly found lamp. prints echo the past with each careful line condemn the south african apartheid regime

two girls kissing

and activists you never knew were queer.

Posted By weetz On 11.09.2011 @ 8:07 pm

patent

patent leather shoes, so shiny, black as coal in your stocking at christmas time. your faced smiled up at me from the floor. asking me how is it that we live forever?

Posted By weetz On 11.08.2011 @ 9:12 pm

downpour

standing outside waiting for the bus in a total downpour. my clothes were soaked through and beginning to freeze. a truck sped by and splashed me with slush. but i waiting with you and didn’t seem to mind.

Posted By weetz On 11.04.2011 @ 4:44 pm

passionate

oh i used to be passionate, when i was halfway around the world. i was so far away from everything familiar that it was impossible to not look at you and think: sex.

Posted By weetz On 10.31.2011 @ 6:48 pm

spring

the springs in the mattress etched lost stories into my back all night, as i tossed and turned. can you read them?

Posted By weetz On 10.13.2011 @ 11:02 am

suppose

i suppose i should be doing something else right now. i could write a whole list, but i’ll just name the most important things. finishing up a lesson about conclusions. how does one explain conclusions and how to make them?

Posted By weetz On 10.03.2011 @ 7:26 pm

success

oh what does that even mean? are you successful? how does one even begin to answer that? can you say yes if you aren’t happily married to your husband with two kids a suburban home two cars and a mortgage? can you? can you? yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted By weetz On 01.04.2011 @ 9:39 am

typewriter

oh typewriter! if only we still could use you for assignment in school. the clacking of the keys and the ink running off the ribbons would keep us in high spirits during this time of impending doom- finals!

Posted By weetz On 12.18.2010 @ 1:59 pm

stick

stick it to the man. everyday when i wake up that is my goal. every action, every movement, every gesture is meant to say hey wake up i’m here and i’m not a man. we don’t all want the same things. and everyone should get what they want. its only fair you know.

Posted By weetz On 12.16.2010 @ 4:18 pm

sheets

i wish i was lying in my bed with my sheets all tangled with you. you are so hot. and i wish i wasn’t too afraid to tell you so. cause if i could boy oh would we never get out of bed.

Posted By weetz On 12.14.2010 @ 7:03 pm

practical

if i ever did anything was practical, i would be a lot more along in my life. there would be less spilling and more turning things in on time. Less running around like a chicken with its head cut off, and more walking gracefully like a grown up woman. But I think that would just be too boring and not very magical at all.

Posted By weetz On 12.04.2010 @ 8:48 am

bunny

in the fifth grade one morning before class had started we were hanging on the cloud like we always did. you were extra mean to me that day, grumpy too. it wasn’t raining outside and i didn’t know why. it was honey bunny. the tiny little white bunny with the big red eyes, who had peed on me countless times had died. he was your best friend. now i was.

Posted By weetz On 12.03.2010 @ 7:16 am

spike

sitting on the porch with the snow falling all around us. covering the front yard. our mitten hands grasp each others. and each a cup. a cup of spiked egg nog. christmas is coming, can you feel it?

Posted By weetz On 11.30.2010 @ 5:57 pm

copper

in her beak she clasped a single copper thread. she flew over the harvested fields, the empty ones, the one left with crops out to rot, the forgotten ones….and headed home to her nest.

Posted By weetz On 11.29.2010 @ 6:15 pm

closed

everything feels so old lately. its all happened before. the clothes. the food. the candy. the way i’m laying in bed not doing what i should be. not being the open person i should be. i’m closed.

Posted By weetz On 11.27.2010 @ 7:58 pm

killed

you killed it. you left it in the street. you hit it with your car. you put it out on the clothesline to dry. and it did. it dried up into a raisin. and absolutely no one likes raisns. well except me.

Posted By weetz On 11.18.2010 @ 9:30 pm

cowboy

cowboy, lets go out riding and touch the sun go and never stop until its done.

Posted By weetz On 11.16.2010 @ 8:52 pm

market

just down the hill across from the huge old dutch oven where all they bake is golden crusty bread filled with warmth and hope, down the hill from the bramble is the market. the market where we buy the most delicious chocolate milk in all the world. it tastes like melted ice cream and swing set friendships.

Posted By weetz On 11.14.2010 @ 6:21 am

stage

upon the stage she held a little glass full of all the things little girls were made of. glitter and wildflowers, clear flowing water from the stream behind her house and a full moon.

Posted By weetz On 11.01.2010 @ 9:40 pm

seat

lets have a seat and talk about all the things that we left unsaid.

Posted By weetz On 10.17.2010 @ 6:54 pm

sweater

everyday when i wake up and its just too cold to get out of bed. too cold to take a shower. too cold to wet my head. really what is hygiene anyway. who needs it? lets just all wear sweaters with dancing bears instead join me won’t you?

Posted By weetz On 10.15.2010 @ 11:42 am

sheet

she sat quietly on her mattress with her sheet balanced on her head creating a tent to hold all of her dreams until the sun would creep through the window.

Posted By weetz On 10.13.2010 @ 4:29 pm

coaster

oh rollercoaster you take me for a ride up in the mountain tops the trees are left behind so far away so off my mind.

Posted By weetz On 09.29.2010 @ 5:13 pm

clasp

i clasped her hands in mine. twenty fingers echoing our age only for a moment before the new year our new lives begin

Posted By weetz On 12.29.2009 @ 7:35 am