June 2009
11 posts
Before Everything Is Over | George Wallace
before everything is over i would like to make love to you the same number of times as a gentleman knocking on a door that will never open for him. the same number of times a mirror fails to reflect the spirit of a ruined man. the same number of times a young woman discovers in the middle of a noisy party that she is alone. i would like to make love to you like a man leaning his face from the...
Along These Lines - Hugo Williams
And so you cry for her, and the poem falls to the page As if it knew all along that what we make of ourselves we take From one another’s hearts - tearing and shouting until we learn How awkwardly, upstairs and behind shut doors we are born Already owing interest on what we have borrowed from the world.
Merci Bien, Monsieur | Carlota Caulfield
I see you every morning with a poet’s eyes: a little child takes a walk through the forest, he picks muchrooms to take to his mother. He hears a sound. He gets scared and hides. But he smiles after noticing the unicorn among the foliage. Everyday, I love you, I see behind your Jewish eyes and capture pieces of forgotten stories. I see that painting of Vermeer you like so much. I catch the...
“I’ve had it with you
and mexico can fucking wait
and all of those french films...”
– Jenny Lewis (via gueniveregoestovegas)
