Tuesday, July 31, 2012

i watched on your left foot
digits twothreefour
i listened with both of my ears
you read to me poems of blue
the very random way 
your picture perfect points
wiggling on the wooden grain
God;
Damn my fucking mouth.

I just want to be your vessel.



Thursday, July 26, 2012

my old man tells me
as goes his best guess
that fivebillion years
from yesterday the sun
will grow to be fifteenhundred
times its size

                      leaving behind
its core and darkest
of night.

i mention this to you not
for the reason that i am worried
i mention this to you
because i wish to kiss you
wherein fivebillion years
i could've missed this chance






humorous though cruel
is my own mind
when i wake up
next to you smiling.


then i wake up.
this particular way
which upon your hand
rests gently your cheek
where between each finger
rich toned, thick, your brunette
reaching across this cone
into only the smallest corner
of my eye
beckoning me to twist
to peer beyond the light, dust
returning to you a gaze
i may have borrowed this morning
oh the words
i will spend
on you when
letters have become
currency




i lied.





j. douglas tinnean
i usually do not but today i did
yield for a bicyclist who was flying
north to south down a hill. in
his momentum he rode right
by and blew me a kiss. i told my family
about this at dinner. they laughed.
'how peculiar, what an interesting man,"
they had all said.
i blew him a kiss back
i usually do but today i did not
kiss and tell
and i wonder if he's thinking about me
mountains? yes,
how about
mountains?

i once read a poem
where i thought
you were breaking up
with me

it's times like these
wherein i wish
the foo fighters weren't
playing in your head
an earworm


"vestibule" and "receptacle"
sound like shit to me
i just hear "shit"    "shiiiit"
i don't want it to
when you call me babe
sound foreign

you are a native of love
fallen from the angelic
the first acid jazz/christian/folk
super group
by the name
spoken from
your perfect lips

"please do not kiss me until.."
i apologize

but i am not sorry
you are sacred.