quiet and boring
six years old
sitting in the back seat
of grandma’s cadillac
too short to see out
soft music too low to make out
slow excelleration
slow slow to a stop
slow excelleration
low thumping of the street
warm smell of tan leather
spearmint gum to pass the time
summer sun through untinted windows
air conditioner fan set on medium
open the ashtray
perfectly shiny
close the ashtray
too young to demand more
more spice to my life
the idea of jumping out of the car
never crossing my mind
murmur comment about the price of gas at that last gas station
maybe we’re on the way to eat pizza
or on the way to swim
or to the grocery store
which is fun because all the stores down here are different
than the ones at home
with their dirty old tore up linoleum floors
 mostly bare cement
scent of overripened bananas
and toys i’ve never seen before
made the ride bearable
i had an idea of when the eerily drab light thumping
tan leather untinted heavy boredom
would end


 
 the world spins slowly

coated in a film

 deadening sensation

 grounding fingertip electricity

the breeze detectable

only by the silent passing leaves

 

 this doesn’t feel right

Maybe you don’t know what you want

I bet you know what you don’t want when you see it

and maybe when you have a lot of  ” don’t wants ” in your mind

they begin to form a vague silhouette of what you do want

I would totally fucking marry the shit out of you.

As we drove past the botanical gardens I said to her, “I’ll never forget the time we went there and laid in the clover under the tall pecan tree and kissed for

an hour straight.”. She looked at me with her big brown eyes and replied,

” That wasn’t me.”. To which I replied, ” Oh. You know, it wasn’t a pecan tree

either, I think it was an oak.”.

I think I’d like to get complicated

When I saw the sun rise it made me think of you

Got pain in my eyes for needing something new

The desert rose has seemed to lose it’s spark

I need no help walking through the dark

When i saw you i knew i couldn’t play around

I’m gonna hold you in my hands when the sun goes down

When you’re on my face you know it feels so right

I love the way you never put up a fight

You help me hide that I’m looking at lots of asses

Don’t you know that I love you

my brand new

Oakley sunglasses

Watching my breezy curtains full of light

an ice cream truck is rolling by

someone just lit their grill charcoal

the birds are discussing where to go

I’m normally not the one

you’ll find snoozing in the sun

mother nature caught me in her trap

and she’s making me take this nap

For years I’ve heard guys talking about using porno magazines to masturbate.

The few times I’ve tried it, I just got paper cuts.

But that’s still not nearly as bad as when I tried phone sex.