ANOTHER POEM FOR MY NEW SECRET CRUSH
what a weird fucking day
i almost got up the courage to shave / call you
it probably rained all day
i probably listened to franz listz music all day
i wonder if you are wearing one of your beautiful new sweaters today
if you are
please don’t tell me
your beauty is just way too much
like a sandwich that has both cole slaw and sauerkraut on it
i explode
WHOAH
i wonder if i am a captain of industry
my shoes have tomato sauce on them
there’s a little light that goes off in my torso
whenever you speak
so:
please speak to me!
little hope beam
little glowworm girl
i just bought a bunch of
slimy unicellular organisms
at this new store they got at the mall
i don’t know why
but i’ll probably feel like showing them to you at some point
ANOTHER POEM FOR MY NEW SECRET CRUSH
what evidence do you have that the moon isn’t eating us
right now
i want to go bowling in the pyramids
sometimes you look like a plate of spaghetti
and it’s almost the end of the world
so where is all the fun?????
it’s fun
just to sit in a chair ten miles from where you are
while silently thinking
about where you are
POEM FOR THE MALL
you don’t know what walking around in the mall really means to me
i see people who are probably daydreaming about being eaten alive by a wild mustang!
and the sun is not here
so you can’t tell what time of day it really is
probably it is the middle of the night
and you’re alone
sobbing
over by the stacks of balloon swords
some random guy is actually selling here
but nobody is buying
the little carousel in the center of the mall goes round and round
i don’t know whether to kiss myself or go to the movies
but the food court is actually really very nice
deluxe triple bacon cheddar olive burger with fries:
i puke
POEM FOR JOHN GREEN
dear john green:
your books are so good, my books are so terrible, why do i even write, i’m already boring!
but i guess things aren’t so bad
for the first thirty three years of my life i never loved anybody or allowed myself to have any real feelings at all
and then i read the fault in our stars and thought, “even i could suddenly become a victim of death!”
and started slowly thinking about where i could go from that thought
professional bowling?
amateur sleuthing?
recreational dry cleaning?
well, the characters in the fault in our stars seemed to think, eventually, that love was a good way to use the time before death
so i guess maybe i’ll give it a try for a few days and see how things go
i mean, love–
how hard can it be?
even boring losers sometimes seem to do it