Where? Where are the poems?

Well let me tell you, I missed most of this week at work and it's because I have been at Death's Door! Ok, maybe not AT the door, but I have definitely been kind of sprawled in Death's walkway, with my hand resting on the welcome mat. The worst illness of '06 is upon me, and although things have started (barely) to look up today, I am severely under the weather.

I have thought about this damn website and each poem-day I missed stabbed me in the heart like a tiny knife of failure. I am not sure whether to round things out the right way, post one poem for each day I missed, and finish up later?

But really, why so many rules? And who gives a shit? The point was to write more, and I have been. So I'm gonna go with 30 poems in 30 days and maybe not exactly one a day ;) Ok, here we go....

Helena of Los Feliz

How you love
to pull my pigtails
to make me flustered
and pink
I have always thought it was
romantic in a way
but you're not really
Gilbert Blythe
and I'm not really
Anne
and this is the East side of Hollywood
not Green Fucking Gables

So let's
cut the crap.

Thanks, but I'll pass

I've had enough
enough
nervous laughter
awkward glances
clumsy gropes
secret histories

I've had enough
more than enough
trying to figure out
the right balance
of caution and trust
and always coming up
short

No one looks cool
naked
so we work on an
honor system
I'll show you mine
if you show me yours
and I hold up my end
but half the time
I'm left standing
with my ass in the breeze
and him
nowhere in sight

I'm up to my neck in
calling/not calling
feeling distance grow
giving books back
dividing acquaintances
allotting portions
of sadness
to ticket stubs

If you want
you can have
the Mexican food
the romantic comedies
the board games
the red wine
You can take back
the blockbuster nights
the roadside picnics
and every fucking moonlit walk

Otherwise
I'm throwing it all
away

break-up haiku

i'm sorry things didn't
work out. but more sorry
you have my good coat.

white lace and promises

although i wish them all the best
the parade of recent wedding pictures
has made me increasingly depressed:
here they are
in their new clothes
here they are
with matching bouquets
here they are
on the beach
on a mountain
in a church
getting drunk
on champagne
jordan almonds
and cake
here they are
in hawaii
in fiji
in france
here they are
bound forever
forever for now
here they are
here they are

don't you wish
you were here?