POEM 026/100

July 24, 2012

It was a Thursday, I think,

the day I felt so desperate for companionship

I skived off work

to go record shopping

with a friend

POEM 025/100

July 20, 2012

One leg drags

in filthy, torn pants

fingers tremble when not balled into a fist

his mouth berates the empty air


I think,

this is probably one of his better days

and write this in my notebook

so avoiding eye contact

as he briefly hovers in front of me

like steam


My absurdly hot Americano

in its thin paper cup

has burnt my fingertips

POEM 024/100

July 13, 2012

A crack in the pavement

tells me where to stand

POEM 023/100

July 8, 2012

It must say something about this city—

I only find solitude

reading a book

on the subway

POEM 022/100

July 3, 2012

Reclined in a patio chair

a crisp pilsner in a cool green bottle

the lake breeze kisses the necks of the trees

causes their leaves to shiver

against the pinking sky


Another day of my life

gone forever

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