Thursday, September 29, 2011

I do not like to wash my hands
I want to keep your smell on them forever
I want to hold my face still
and smell the sweat and the pain and the food
I want to remember every moment of that day again
I want to keep everything I touched close and safe
no matter how many germs find their way to me.
I want to smell your skin
and every grain of grass I touched
I want to remember the pop that I spilled
and the anger and happiness I felt.
I want to feel my hunger
and never smell the scent of soap
I want to wind every clock and polish every metal
I want to be part of what I feel
I never want to feel the difference.

I do not like to wash my hands.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

I've got a bad taste in my mouth and a reason why I dislike you.
I never want to feel the sun again, this rain feels so perfect, so right
so me.
I want to walk every railroad track and get lost finding myself.
I never want to see your face or hear your voice again
I almost forgot what you looked like, but alas, I cant run forever.
Your terrible self will always end up somewhere I don't want it to be.
You will always be hiding in a corner
in the back of my mind
wherever I look some version of you will creep out of the shadows.
Why settle for less? I'll take you in bulk.
Go big, and get out of my home.