"women are the sweetness of life."

poets can build galaxies from pebbles
& breathe the word of life into brief glances,
but one must be careful with the power of creation
so i scribble an obligatory, struggling to keep from
staining the page with the exaggeration of new passion,
unsure if i am simply the writer who lives downstairs,
plays his coltrane too loud & likes thunderstorms
i take a trip one flight up
where your eyes escort me to another country,
your touch becomes a wet kiss on the horizon
of a birthday in a warm july
i travel to your smile to hear stories of
wrecked trains parked in your dining room
but the past is a vulgar thief
it steals the laughter from your eyes,
tosses the broken edges of yesterday's heartache
into this remembrance
i dream of erasing painful memories with lingering
caresses from a steady hand
i rearrange the jagged stars of your past
i am the young boy smiling at you with love letter eyes
i carve your name into the soul of graying trees
i am your first slow dance, a trembling hand teetering on your waist
i replace the melancholy prayers on your lips with urgent kisses
i swear an oath to your beauty, become holy in your embrace
traveling tall miles through years of distance,
i arrive, wet from your tears,
my only tool—a poet’s skill
i mend your smile,
emancipate your eyes,
& together
we ride that wrecked train from your dining room
to the horizon of your birthday in another country.

Kenneth Carroll - 1992

On the Other Side

I'm tired of, everyone I know
Of everyone... I see...
on the street and on TV, yeah

On the other side, on the other side
Nobody's waiting for me on the other side
I hate them all, I hate them all
I hate myself for hating them
So drink some more, I'll love them all
I'll drink even more...
I'll hate them even more than I did before

On the other side, on the other side
Nobody's waiting for me on the other side
I remember when you came
You... taught me how to sing
Now... it's seems so far away
You... taught me how to say
I'm tired of
Being so judgemental of everyone

I will not go to sleep
I will train my eyes to see
That my mind is a blind as a branch on a tree
On the other side, on the other side
I know what's waiting for me on the other side
On the other side, on the other side
I know you're waiting for me on the other side

-The Strokes

I'm feeling moody and lonely. I've gotten back into the Strokes lately. It's upbeat and tends not to be terribly happy. (kinda like me)

I read a really good poem today. I had to read it aloud because it was so good. I hadn't read it in a while but it's still as good as I remembered it.

I got a splinter in my hand last night. It aches.

I just want someone I can talk to, the way talking is supposed to be.

"I dont want to change your mind,
I don't want to waste your time,
I just want to know you're alright.
I've got to know you're alright.
You are young darling,
for now but not for long."
-----under control