Mol

brightlightsloudnoises:

maybe it’s
for
the serious and mishandled
the worried and the wounded
the caged and unmanaged
the unflattered and unraveled,

maybe
it’s for you
and the night
set
on fire

by an endless
sun

brightlightsloudnoises:

we had love by
the collar
and we led it between
downtown buildings
and into efficiency apartments,
franchised restaurants
with good happy hours and
half-priced appetizers

but it got away and
I watched it leave
between swing shifts and
cigarette breaks

and when I see you
I wonder
what happened to
that girl
that
was a bundle
of nerves,
ready to jump into open
arms,
that force of nature
that kept me clinging
to the bar
as the world was
blown
around me,

that blushing girl
with
hair-trigger tears,
and makeup in piles
on the passenger car seat,

what unreasonable part of time
unfastened the buttons
and
took you out of my bed
and put you
behind those
empty eyes

brightlightsloudnoises:

the greatest place
i ever lived in was
$425/mo,
second floor,
central texas

it was green
and i must have
been the only
resident not
on welfare,
it seemed everyone
was always in
the dirty pool, grabbing the ledge,
kicking their feet,
the scent of pot rising out
of the courtyard,
their dogs
sleepy
and worried
and stoned
out
of
their
fucking
minds

i was just out of school
and making it work as
a busboy:

2
white shirts,
and black slacks,
a 40 w/
a can of chili every night
and a party every other

i was in an extended adolescence
and books
still had their full flavor

music
was something
holy

it was not
real life
and the
girl who would come
over
confirmed
that

she would peek her head in the
door and say,

“you are not living the life of
a person,
you are in purgatory,
you do not exist!”

and i 
agreed
tilting a beer at her
with my legs folded

and she would
scream

and no one
cared