crimson_homicide

i am going to intermittentally post poems i wrote for the monterey poetry slams. feel free to constructively criticise, flame, slander, or compliment my poetry.



on the road.

i want to get back on the road.
i can feel it already,
calling, no--beckoning to me.

BUT MY CAR BLEW UP!!!

i feel like i am stuck in jack kerouac's bad dream.
and this is not a bad thing.
this last trip, i drove over two thousand five hundred miles, and i never left the state.
i want to drive across the country next time.

BUT MY CAR BLEW UP!!!

i have only been back at home for a week,
but i can feel my body and soul already wanderlusting-
-for asphalt and yellow center lines and unattached sex in grimy back-seats, seedy motel rooms, or unexplained couches at a house party thrown by someone you met two hours ago, with people passed out drunk on the floor, a strange mexican railing Xanax in the bathroom, and a hallucinating hippie dancing on a bed wearing the owner of the house's underwear.

BUT MY CAR BLEW UP!!!

i need to get out of this hellhole
at the corner of abrego and pearl,
in this town that sucks the fun out of my life so fast that i am already getting claustrophobic.
i am ready to leave.
forever,
or at least another few weeks,
to calm my nerves and quiet my soul.

BUT MY CAR BLEW UP!!!

so next time i drive three thousand miles on a quart of oil in two weeks--i'll remember to check the oil.



that day.

Where have you been my entire life?
And why do you live
A three hour drive away,
Now that I
No longer have a car?

Maybe we only have spent
One day together;
But I remember that day
Better than I remember
Any other day
In all of my previous life.

Its like you pushed
To the back of my mind
Everything that makes me
Me.
With your
Insane beauty
And
Awesomeness.

I remember meeting you,
Really briefly,
That morning.
And thinking you were really damned cute.

I remember everyone trading hats.
And the girl we nicknamed awesome.

I remember you buying me lunch,
Because I was starving,
Broke,
And on the road.
And I took forever to order, because
You had your arms around me
And
I was VERY distracted.


I remember getting caught by your mom,
Messing around, in your bathroom.
And your dad walking in on us
While you werent wearing any pants.

I remember us shaking that bum's hand
And then him vomiting,
Immediately afterwards.
The bastard got us both sick.

I remember you not wanting to take things so quick
As we had earlier,
After we got caught by your parents.
And then we made out, right before you had to leave,
For like an hour anyway.

Yes, I remember
the best day of my whole life, quite well.

That day
In which I met you.

Which was also
The last day that I saw you.

I love
The way that you don't believe me
When I compliment you,
Just so I will do it more often.

And every time that the music of your voice touches my eardrums,
I just want to giggle in excitement.

And I love when we fall asleep back and forth,
On the phone with each other,
Because neither of us wants to be
The first to say goodbye.



And when you say those
Three wonderful words
It feels like a colony of butterflies
Is hatching in my abdomen.

And every waking moment
That I am not with you
Hurts more sharply than a knife to the gut.

My angel,
All I have wanted to do
For these last three lonely weeks
Is to put my arms around you,
Look into your big, enchanting,
Beautiful sea blue eyes
And quietly whisper
In your ear

'I love you.'