i love it when people confront me about writing. they tend to laugh, think i'm not good at it, cliche, overdramatic, blah blah blah.. that's fine with me. it's true, i do these things, but i know i'm doing them, and someone needs to write them down for all those creeps who are sitting in their basements scribbling in notebooks. maybe you were never one of those creeps, so you wouldn't understand. this is what i enjoy doing, and if you think it's god awful, well... i hope the novel your writing sells millions and you can laugh at me while you're on Charlie Rose. all i ask is for a little goddamn decency from you people. think i'm horrible? fine. go away and let me make an ass out of myself alone, at least then i won't have you pricks throwing rocks at me and calling me an idiot.

Rumblings

watching
them
build
their
card house
with
so
much
care and
love.
i
admire
their
patience
even
if the cards
are
warped
and
doused with
manipulation.

as

the

liars are plenty

and

the

men don't change

as the women

change constantly.

i stand
transfixed.
hypnotized
by
them.
then
remember
that
they
are
not
deserving
as
they
sneeze
and
blow their cards
away.
and i don't bend down to help.
as
they
weep
tears
of shame.

The Devil Between Us

when the doors are shut,
lines are drawn,
empty bottles rolling around,
behind drivers seat,
banging together,
and making the clinking sound of her.
as the people talk
and talk
and talk
talk
talk about nothing.
they are making me car sick,
but to be golden,
i say nothing,
inward cringe
seething.
i calm down.
the car rolls slowly to a stop.
i open the door
and run for my life
across two lanes of traffic
and into the night.
luckily,
they don't search for me
and i don't blame them,
for the phone not ringing
in my pocket.
finally
solitude.
my lungs burn
and i stop to light a cigarette.
i sit on the sidewalk for a bit
and watch as the car tires go back and forth
on the asphalt
making me sick
i think of her
and continue to get up and walk.
it's a good 3 miles home,
booting it all the way
will give me
plenty of time to think
and sort it all out.
by the time i get there
it'll disappear
as i leave all of them behind
on the dark asphalt
from where they came.