Thursday, July 20, 2006

Going to see The Reverend Horton Heat tonight

Maybe I'll find a guy with a Big Red Rocket Of Love and we'll have some Martini Time and he'll say, "Baby I'm Drunk". Then I might play with his Wiggle Stick and he'll make my Wildest Dreams come true Now, Right Now and when we're done we'll smoke a Crooked Cigarette. Then the next morning I'll Make Love again after some Tylenol cause my head hurts, so I'll want to Sue Jack Daniel's. Then he'll say, "I Could Get Used To This." And I tell him it would never work out because of his Bad Reputation and make my departure. After I'm gone the only thing he can say is, "Where In The Hell Did You Go With My Toothbrush?"

Monday, July 17, 2006

Missed Connection

Do you ever read the Missed Connections section of craigslist? Or in the personals of your local paper? I do. I'm always hoping from within the deep, dark place inside my heart that is full of secrets that maybe someday, someone would write one for me.

So today I wrote one for Poet. I wrote one in order to free my heart and to clear my confused mind. Some days I want to be with him and on others I want to wash my hands of him forever. I remain his friend in spite of the hurt he has caused me, in spite of his closed-mindedness to all that is different from him, and in spite of how difficult he makes it. I remain his friend because I want to be his friend, plain and simple. My life has been better because he is a part of it. I want that to stay the same. Maybe he'll see it, maybe he won't. I feel better having written it.