blameshift

Yeah, so it's definitely 1:30 in the afternoon and I haven't really slept. I went to buy cigarettes this morning at about 6, and what should happen but some bum should be waiting in a car beside mine. He sees that I have money and cigarettes, so he asks me for some change. Gives me some crap about how he needs to get to Ladson and he doesn't have any damn gas. Come on, cut the shit, here's a dollar. What does he do? Asks for more. Sorry pal, I'm not your welfare office and I'm sure as shit not UNICEF. Be happy with the dollar I gave you.

So that's my little rant.

an old flame (I guess that's what they call it) is coming into town in a few days. She once told me that if I were to come visit her in JC, it would have to be a friendly visit, no intimacies, for she had some asshole boyfriend. Now I think I'm the one who's going to need the friendly visit.

So that's it. I'll leave you with something on this last topic, hope you all like.

What you don't see
since you haven't seen me in months
are the empty spaces.
There is a space you fit perfectly while standing;
the top of your head to my nose level
On the patio chair
the patio I climbed
while fighting sleep
just to sleep next to you.
There is a space
between my right and left arms
that held your torso close
Arms
wrapping around
arms, hands
on the small of backs
gently rubbing
Callused fingertips shakily
touching lips, cheeks, murmuring
promises
whispering tears.
Hard grip on the steering wheel as
I passed the cemetary
driving home,
my last glimpse of you,
hazy in the spring of heartbreak.