Christmas.

i will
hold my
breath.

for 6 months
or
16 days
that
last 5 years.

we found
a
time machine
in
each other.

and we will
spend the future
on
opposite coasts
living
in the past of
a whirlwind
and
hopeless hope
and
shotguns
and
pocket knives
and
sprite instead of water.

Judy, knows.

Sunday Morning
moment of nature
will
lead me
back
to you.

this is not a poem.
noah.

this is
the first chapter
of
a book
you'll never read,

for it's written in a
tongue
tangled by
passions.


in
oceans under
half built
suspension bridges
and
across
nameless cities.


buried in powder
atop mountains.

i am an invisible
blur
in the
morning light
of made beds
and
a kitchen
full of
coffee grinds.

you'll lose
the keys
to your bike
and
$800
and
i'll become
a
french press.

and we'll
have moments
of power
in front of the
bathroom.
puppies
understand.

tuna fish
teeth
and
two toned
metal
hair
and
sore throats
and
iPhone alarms
and
snowboard gear
on open pages
and
fear.

sitting.
knitting.

bub.

mutual
friends
and
avalanche
wake-ups.

Joni Mitchell-A Case of You

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
"Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed"

oh, joni.

oh, oh, oh, joni.
i'm
not
prepared.

alternate side sick day.
one and a half egg sandwiches
at
the kitchen table
with Mac Miller.
writing karma checks
to
lost souls
wearing basketball shorts.

video chats
double stuffed oreos.

DayQuil and cough drops
and
orange Gatorade.

wireless frustration
and
my buzzer rang 4 times.

arguments on
blue chairs
and
in figure skater
lifts too high.

I will take one more day.
if
you
pretend
this
is
worth
it.

James Blake - A Case of You (Joni Mitchell cover) @BBC Radio 1

mini lions and mandolines.

for cheese,
not
cucumbers.

manicotti karate.
and
zip lock
bags
duct taped
to
wet park
trees
in the north.

bennet is back
from
switzerland
and
leaving
for LA.

morning chats
from
overnight
daydreams
and
suggestions
that i choose
to
ignore.


it still smells
like
vinyl
and
cigarettes
and
avalanches.

Of Monsters & Men - Six Weeks

Angus & Julia Stone - Draw Your Swords 2010 (Lyrics)

let's not fuck around.

mountain dew and motorbikes.
over the Williamsburg bridge.


up the FDR and down 99th street.

Park ave apartment hunting
under
shimmering lights
behind urban tractors.


street food in midtown
and
police vans lined up on Canal.

lost and found
on
Elizabeth Street
once again.

Australian accents
and
babes waving from
neon lit rooftops
on
Delancy.

keeping shit together
with
newspapers
and
apple cores.

while

hearts
fall
on
Manhattan,
Kansas.

Zola Jesus - Shivers

New Look.

Two worlds colliding.

11:11:11
11/11/11

what's 3500 miles?

when you have a prehistoric aol account.

and

two clubs.

basketball and kale.
a love poem.


pineapple lunch dates.
and
coworker curiosity.

a bartender falls off
and
Chest creeps on.

motorcycles ride from long island
to
brooklyn
to
tahoe
to
internet talks
in the am.

amongst all of it.
Sunday.
on
my
brain.

THE LOVIN' SPOONFUL-"DARLING BE HOME SOON" ( W/ LYRICS)

The Head and the Heart - Rivers and Roads

late at night.


a stranger says:


"since shortly i will be safe and sound 3500 miles away, i will say that you are probably the most ridiculous beautiful girl ever. even probably in the history of ever. respectably, i say this, of course. you should know that."



and

other, hyperbole.

and

canceling all of my plans
and
heading to
the observation deck
of
the empire state building
seems like
the only thing to do.

this is getting interesting.

all of it.

found.

Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.

- T. S. Eliot