I was living in San Francisco on Sept 11 2001. When I heard the news, i panicked like all the rest, my parents, brother, sister, cousins and uncles and aunts all live in either D.C. or New York. It wasn't until a few hour later that I was able to get them on the phone and make sure they were ok. They were.
2 days earlier I had walked in on my then fiance, on her hands and knees getting fucked by her boss. I thought about forgiving and forgetting but oddly enough that didn't work out, so I moved out of my apartment and was living in some sleazy hotel and trying to find more permanant living arangements.
To say the least, it was a stressfull week.
On Sept 12 I wrote the following. As with all my "poetry" it has no structure and barely is cohesive but somewhere in the words I think I'm screaming at the world, bitch slapping the unfaithful, and mostly crying for those who REALLY lost something that week.
Overheard
I want to hold you
It comes down to something
As simple as that may seem
I dont want a conquest
Im not the Red Leader
Dont call me Tex
Im not looking for notches
In bedposts or
Gun
Butts
But Id like to kiss you maybe
For a little while
Longer if were feeling it
You want to laugh you say
Laugh like a kid in
A candyland
Whipping down the chutes and
Scrambling up the eggs
and the ladders
And the Bacon
Wanna hear something crazy?
She rolled her eyes and puffed out the lips
Havent you sung this song before?
The melody is good but .
Destiny;s Child is ruining music
I blame them I really do its small and
Child ish
Childlike I know
I am I know I know
I know too much
But I have nothing
Not that I have nothing to offer
You said theyd be fools
That was years ago and
I think you were using a different name then
But I think you were right
Right On
But holding you?
Maybe Id feel better about things
Is that selfish
Of course Ayn would agree and laugh and mock us both
And then shed light up and
Well I guess I respect that
Its not that Im a snob
Or a s.o.b
I dont drive a SAAB
Whats up with that shit anyway?
If Cyrano was Busta Rhymes and
Eric Clapton
Ran out of guitar picks
Pick a number
He picked 69 They All pick 69
Not 69 anything but THAT
I dont like this thing
Does anyone?
Do you think I like getting up at six to
Make the donuts?
Do you think Sam Breakstone wanted to
Get out of that tub?
But you insist I be Generou$$
And $table
$table
Now theres a thought
In the smoke filled skies and in the rubble below
The other rubble
Ya nah mane?
Nothing funny about that
Nothing
Not a damn thing funny
I wont be what you dreamed about on prom night
Neither will he
Neither will he
Her?
Maybe but thats so sophomore year isnt it?
You check your watch and ask me what time it is
Time to dust this sleepy little
Major Metroploitan Area off our
Suede banana republic rags and hit the
Interstate baby
I WISH
Sweetie, it could happen
You gotta trust me sometimes, just a little
Look, just let me get a cup of coffe and
Then we can talk about this
Talk
all we do is talk these days
No awkward silences like when we were new
Like when we were good
Like when return on investment wasnt really a factor
When they tell you no
Do you want I should kick their ass?
When they tell you youre crazy
Imean honey were all a little crazy
When you feel not good enough
When the jeans dont fit like they used to
When your belly button runs out of songs to sing
Maybe Ill sit and wait while you get your hair cut
I hate Time magazine but at this point I cant bear another Vanity Fair
Article about Gwyneth
Did you know Dan Rather is pushing
70? Dan and Barry know a thing or two
about 70
You like ice cream ?
not me but I could learn
and you could too
Is that Generou$?
Enough?
2 days earlier I had walked in on my then fiance, on her hands and knees getting fucked by her boss. I thought about forgiving and forgetting but oddly enough that didn't work out, so I moved out of my apartment and was living in some sleazy hotel and trying to find more permanant living arangements.
To say the least, it was a stressfull week.
On Sept 12 I wrote the following. As with all my "poetry" it has no structure and barely is cohesive but somewhere in the words I think I'm screaming at the world, bitch slapping the unfaithful, and mostly crying for those who REALLY lost something that week.
Overheard
I want to hold you
It comes down to something
As simple as that may seem
I dont want a conquest
Im not the Red Leader
Dont call me Tex
Im not looking for notches
In bedposts or
Gun
Butts
But Id like to kiss you maybe
For a little while
Longer if were feeling it
You want to laugh you say
Laugh like a kid in
A candyland
Whipping down the chutes and
Scrambling up the eggs
and the ladders
And the Bacon
Wanna hear something crazy?
She rolled her eyes and puffed out the lips
Havent you sung this song before?
The melody is good but .
Destiny;s Child is ruining music
I blame them I really do its small and
Child ish
Childlike I know
I am I know I know
I know too much
But I have nothing
Not that I have nothing to offer
You said theyd be fools
That was years ago and
I think you were using a different name then
But I think you were right
Right On
But holding you?
Maybe Id feel better about things
Is that selfish
Of course Ayn would agree and laugh and mock us both
And then shed light up and
Well I guess I respect that
Its not that Im a snob
Or a s.o.b
I dont drive a SAAB
Whats up with that shit anyway?
If Cyrano was Busta Rhymes and
Eric Clapton
Ran out of guitar picks
Pick a number
He picked 69 They All pick 69
Not 69 anything but THAT
I dont like this thing
Does anyone?
Do you think I like getting up at six to
Make the donuts?
Do you think Sam Breakstone wanted to
Get out of that tub?
But you insist I be Generou$$
And $table
$table
Now theres a thought
In the smoke filled skies and in the rubble below
The other rubble
Ya nah mane?
Nothing funny about that
Nothing
Not a damn thing funny
I wont be what you dreamed about on prom night
Neither will he
Neither will he
Her?
Maybe but thats so sophomore year isnt it?
You check your watch and ask me what time it is
Time to dust this sleepy little
Major Metroploitan Area off our
Suede banana republic rags and hit the
Interstate baby
I WISH
Sweetie, it could happen
You gotta trust me sometimes, just a little
Look, just let me get a cup of coffe and
Then we can talk about this
Talk
all we do is talk these days
No awkward silences like when we were new
Like when we were good
Like when return on investment wasnt really a factor
When they tell you no
Do you want I should kick their ass?
When they tell you youre crazy
Imean honey were all a little crazy
When you feel not good enough
When the jeans dont fit like they used to
When your belly button runs out of songs to sing
Maybe Ill sit and wait while you get your hair cut
I hate Time magazine but at this point I cant bear another Vanity Fair
Article about Gwyneth
Did you know Dan Rather is pushing
70? Dan and Barry know a thing or two
about 70
You like ice cream ?
not me but I could learn
and you could too
Is that Generou$?
Enough?
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
monet:
Thank you so much for commenting on my set. I'm so sorry about what oyu experienced 2 years ago. That's really sad. But it's good yo found her out before you guys got married. I hope i didn't step out of line with that comment.
faeryrae:
i loved the poem it was great. that sucks about what happened to you in 2001. that blows. i miss talking to you. you are awesome and sweet. hope to hear from you soon. 