This isn't a device
anymore isn't spring
in its full harness form
more like visiting a city
wanting to occupy it,
buying groceries, routines.

Today's gloom is deep
mean reds like
springing like two
middle fingers
with his name on them
and oh so luscious
like your beauty
through wasting

this isn't going
to keep me away
isn't clothed at night
is ready to move
to another park.



On Sat, Mar 21, 2009 at 9:12 PM, Jared Linzmeier wrote:

This isn't a device
anymore isn't spring
in its full harness form
more like visiting a city
wanting to occupy it,
buying groceries, routines.

this isn't going
to keep me away
isn't clothed at night
is ready to move
to another park.

Portage, from L.A.

Fifteen and wasting,
given away to
weekends packed in cars
in the backseats
with our headphones on
I am not who you think I am.

Bucks preyed upon,
we spent four years
or something like that
and I was always
waiting to live free.

Beer cans of smoke,
crinkled in the garage
thirty-five degrees
this is a dry wine.

Shaving for the hell of it,
touching upon the sacred
don't tell me how to kiss.

He knows best
nevermind where is his car

this blood will be safe in him.