sometimes when you look at things that don't seem beautiful at first, they start to transform before your eyes into something so strangely honest and revealing, you can't imagine that you almost walked by without stopping to look

O, Inverted WOrld!

O, Inverted WOrld!

Friday, November 13, 2009

distance

an old cracked tree 
lines an old cracked highway. 
the distance gets thicker and thicker
like every time a leaf falls 
its like the season is almost over 
but its barely even started , 
we're in the midst of it.
but sometimes memories aren't enough.
a simple touch from an older woman,
my equivalent to a grandmother,
leads me to feel understanding 
that i didn't always feel. 
an old graveyard 
a familiar town 
the distance between us is a gaping hole,
and sometimes i can't seem to close it
because on the bus the lights are so white 
that sometimes i pretend i will never get off 
and that I'm going nowhere 
that im at someone elses full dispense, 
like you so often were at your own. 
and then  i dont remember how to close it 
like i use to. 



going somewhere

Dear vodka, 
Its me lauren. 
O what this weekend may hold for me. who knows who knows. 
what decisions you and i shall help make together, 
how those decisions may make my life increasingly more awkward than it already is. 
yes, i think that may be possible. 
hmmmm....o my. 
on the megabus right now ! 
believe it or not it has improved, they now have outlets, 
and seatbelts ! they now care about our well being while seated ! 
how fab how very very fab. 
i think the bus driver just saw me itching my boob while he was looking in his rearview mirror, since i am right behind him. 
yay. good signs !