a few poems

I was rummaging through my external hard drive, the one I used to transfer everything from my dying desktop. Sometimes, I think about how much I've change over the past few years. But somethings don't change, like my voice and how I always want my last thought to linger.

Wired Shut

Maybe this was what it felt like
to lose someone when he was sitting right next to me.

Those blue eyes never looked so distant

and I knew it wasn't some invisible wall
between us, but months and girls
and things you can't get back.

You used to be the best shotgun DJ
because you knew what I needed to hear.

Did it really only take a summer
for me to still want acoustic songs
and for you to change the music?

California Rolls

Lonely lights, cast shadows
down the sidewalk,
on old brick buildings and posters
on telephone poles, claiming REWARD
for a lost puppy. An orange glow
that gives a new hue to the evening,
unlike day and nothing like night.
This is the middle ground,
outside of the tiny restaurant,
where only two workers speak English.
Illuminated most of all,
a kiss—a grazing of his lips upon hers—
caught in the lonely light of an electric sun.

I've been thinking about model rockets and the twilight zone.....it's complicated.