new one & some old stuff

wishing wells
he's the kind of guy
thats afraid of most anything
but can't seem
to argue his case
he's the kind of guy
that is drowning in
old religions and new ideals
running off his mouth
slowly but steady
sinking to the beat...
"baby won't you
baby won't you
come here?"
he's the kind of guy
with too many
oh'wishing'wells
and terrified of
change.
he's the kind of guy
points his toes
to the river
singing...
"baby won't you
baby won't you
come here?"
well, won't you?
and you're probably humming...
"won't you
won't you
loosen up?"
well, why not?
he's the kind of guy
that just floats downstream
but, i can still breathe.


university drive (Feb. 18)
humming to myself,
kicking loose stones and soil,
foreign glances, fake romances, awkward stares,
i crack a smile
for a lack of better response.
forget it...
no one's heard this tune anyways.

university drive pt. 2 (Feb 19.)
frozen strolls down narrow walkways
momentary relief from the elements
strangers with stranger stares
my grilled cheese is cold and my coffee is burnt.
what exactly am i paying for here?
oh well, at least the view is nice.

poor circulation (Oct. 25)
we sit like ducks at the edge of a pond
all cross eyed and slim billed
trash to some is hallowed treasure to others
but a few specks of rye
won't keep my ribs from showing
while the sky is snowing,
& my bones are getting cold,
i need warmth,
please
roll me up & soak with kerosene.
while seeking ignitions,
i'm dripping munitions,
a malnourished molotov.
counting blessings
on frigid digits
that just don't
compute.