...

It happened so quickly.
I couldn't help myself.

a day of work

in the hustle of coffee
and cigarette trays,
paperwork and haggling

you work but don't eat
and in the end
your reward
a modest sandwich
how sweet the tired evening

Tried and True

When your mind tells you it's done,
you fight and you go on.
This what you do,
over and over,
again.

Now you're tired,
and if it's tried and true
and people have told you -
What were you fighting for?
Some things are better left undone.

Your most private moment...

No one ever knows.
They never will.

The sweetest moment:

I am here, and I hurt.
I am here, and I hurt.

she makes me feel like a Man

tells me I'm the smartest of all her friends
tells me her parents just don't understand

...

we use sophisticated words
and smoke cigarettes afterwards

there, there, Neanderthal

...then if we must
we can express
our love or our lust
behind bedroom doors.
Don't tell me your secrets,

I don't want to know.
One too many,
and I can't let go.

the ocean

...is the stoner's tribute to life.

...

I want to be away from them. I don't want to see them. Driving their cars, looking to see who is looking. Why do I even think about them? You can come and you can go. You don't mean much to me. I would treat you as they do. I'd be better as an animal--not that one, but one capable of unconditional love. Or that one, that looks to the ocean, then forgets. I am tired of all the things I don't feel the next day. I am tired of looking.

...

I linger on the streets
I imagine you took to work.
I envy all the people
who come across you daily.

...

So much ass I let pass me by
I could've pounced upon.
So much passion I let slide.
It could've been erotic
but I was neurotic -
So much ass I let pass me by.

she doesn't hurt for you (lost in translation)

If your soul has a cold,
put it in the freezer.

UPDATE 2013: The woman who said that to me is a really cold materialistic bitch.  I realize that now, as I lay dying.
Don't lose the rhythm of your life.
Don't go idle,
Devil take you!

...

I watch the phone
like it's the TV
waiting for it to ring.

lost in translation

She's a party girl.
The last word I use loosely.