"The Hangover"
Last night I drank too many things,
as I never learned not to mix.
I woke up to find rain-soaked clothes
Scattered through my empty room.
[You said love was money and money, love,
So I had nothing for you.]
and.this.blood.soaked.morning.while.you.brunched
i.vacuumed.up.crumbs.at.work
"Good Rain Music"
If I hadn't listened to Corinne that night
Driving to Carolina through the storm
I probably still would have cried,
probably still wished myself dead,
And definitely still've known that i'd miss you all my life.
But if I hadn't listened
to sweet, soft, Corinne,
I probably
wouldve thought
that i
was the
only
one.
"Untitled"
Lately I see poetry in everything around me,
but most of
my poems
are sad
