Tag Archives: henry chinaski
It’s Sunday night, and I only write poems on Fridays. This is a problem, because, there is a poem stuck inside, and though it’s near the surface, the next five days, are going to feel, like an eternity in hell, … Continue reading
Last Christmas, I gave him a Ninja Turtle ornament, because he invited me over, and I felt I should show up with something, besides my musical ability, and manic state. We had been impromptu jamming, on and off, for months, … Continue reading
I’d like to pay homage, to the following men, those I wish, to never see again. The one who flirted with the waitress, the one who may have been racist, the one in love with his ex, the one who … Continue reading
I wrote a song about you, it wasn’t good. The rhythm was off, the melody too complicated. I didn’t know how to end it, so I just let it fade.
I’d say we went from 0 to 60, but that’s a lie. 15, 30, and 45 definitely occurred. I ignored the yield sign. Where the fuck was the stop sign? Kinda thought you were a yellow light. You were red … Continue reading
To My Gut Instinct: You have an impeccable record. That said, I’m sorry I’ve ignored you lately. It was nothing personal, which is literally the reason I ignored you. Please remain impeccable, even if from time to time, I knowingly … Continue reading
I’m not playing hard to get, I just don’t get what you want. Though now that I’ve disappeared, You’ve suddenly reappeared.