Too Late

It's 1:22
oh wait, now it's 1:23
it's getting late
i have work to do
but i sit in the kitchen eating ice cream,
scoop after scoop
2:36
He's watching TV
She's in the kitchen, too, distracted
they don't see me
over-eating
2:48
this has turned into a journal of passing time
and i'm too tired to try to rhyme
3:55
4:29
i'm losing focus,
sorry
not sure how i'll end this
4:46

My Love

I only think with my heart when touching these keys
Tapping them taps into my thoughts
My finger tips feeling reminds my heart of its job
I understand connection when we are one
I shout sentences straight through my appendages
Your face screening words I cannot scream
Seeing what I couldn't hold onto
You have everything I want to remember

stupid car radio

my car radio didn't work tonight.
i think i pressed every single button in my car to try to get it to work.
it was ridiculous.
funny thing is the car just came back from the shop today. and now the radio's broken.
stupid car.
or maybe stupid me?
anyway,
the ride was silent.
except for the hum of my car and the wind, together.
the silence made me lonely.
and even more tired.
so i used my own voice to keep myself awake.
i recited a poem.
one of the longer ones.
it was good.
they're always better when there's nothing else to think about.
after that, i tried to remember that long monologue.
the one from that scholarship i didn't get.
the accent sounded funny since i'm congested. i think it's allergies.
anyway, i wasn't impressed.
i wanted the radio, still.
still wasn't working.
stupid radio.
stupid car.
stupid is a funny word.
say it, i dare you.
stoooo-pid.
it's weird.
ok,
that's all.
goodbye.