Things I have been doing lately instead of the things I need to be doing lately:

Smoking weed.

Getting myself off.

Reading.

Listening to Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald and Louie Armstrong.

Sitting in bed smoking cigarettes.

Sleeping.

I could really use a kick in the tush.

One Two

Listening to the sounds of your friends in love next door.

Those soft moments of two people, no one is ever supposed to hear.

I hear them, and wonder if it was something I'd done wrong before,

to leave me here listening to the sounds of my friends in love, next door.

The 12 O'Clock Stop

It has all become hard to hold on to.

And I'm afraid that I no longer want to,

Take that bus from there to over here.

To miss the sounds of your breath in my ear.

Moon light, overnights and one way trips,

Ain't no way to put a hold on to;

Through the crowd glances and meetings of our lips.

Hungry

The best ideas, I ever had

came to me on rolling wheels.

But now inside,

my warming bed

I lost the motions,

the thoughts, and the feels.

E-nola

Standing in the grocery store, alone

Never seems as awful as:

Standing alone in your own bed.

Standing alone in line for the restroom,

Never seems as awful as:

Standing alone on a sinking ship,

Standing alone in the shower,

Never seems as awful as:

Standing alone in your own circle of friends.

In Dog.

You are staring at me.

I am not sure why. 

Maybe for love or sustenance or a tennis ball.

Today.

In the sun.

Felt so good with you.

Near me.

The sun was  warm.

And so were you.

Sunday Afternoon 3:57 p.m

Life is about orgasm

Those moments of ecstasy;

so pure,

are strung along between:

your day job,

cigarettes,

dinner dates,

and taking out the trash.