Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Friday, April 10, 2009


there's a bluebird in my heart that 
wants to get out
but i'm too tough for him,
i say, stay in there, i'm not going
to let anybody see

charles bukowski

Friday, April 3, 2009

They are going to Delirium.

There are new tights, and fifty degree weather to go out in.
Rum, coke. That once novel puke-y alcohol smell of bars,
 and those same Joy Division songs are out there.
And I guess I think some of the jokes are funny. 
But the night seems very futile to run around in
when I know what I want 
and what I want is far away.
It doesn't exist in any of these Friday nights in The City.