Wednesday, February 24, 2010

i write sometimes.
its just writing.
its for you and because of you but its no obligation.
i'm happy to be awake and writing.

thanks, yo.


thinking

it isnt so bad.
inside this thinking
i still see you.
in fact
i find you when i think
because i think
you're thinking too

this IS simple
and we ARE supposed to just be
you're right
you're RIGHT.
we simply are.

maybe, though
you're ahead of me several years
and places, classes removed
from where i am
this little boy
still playing
still wanting fun
so late in the game



girls like you
i always talked to you
but you always
dated baseball players
that drove fast cars
but sometimes
you'd talk to me
during lunch
and you'd let me carry your tray
or something
your book
something
anything
any little window for a moment
and it wasn't bad
short
genuine
and independent of the cliques