Sometimes
While procrastinating
I've been known to watch
No Reservations at
One o'clock.

I know full well Tony is
A cocky egotistical asshole who smokes too much and will
Most likely die of liver failure but
This man eats a certain way that makes my mouth water.
Watching people eat usually disgusts me.

On days like today
Where my body won't do things right
And my mind wanders off down the wrong way
Storm waves crashing on concrete jetties
And receading back to the mouths of nature, swallowing whole,

I find myself crying.

The world spins webs of anger
My ears ring,
My eyes see truth and fog
I keep checking emails hoping
Someone will write and hold me in their arms and give me answered to questions
I haven't asked

My cat watches from across
The room
While I spill my tears to her

She has no opinion,
she let's my cry
Eventually sitting by me while
I sing her silly lullabies.

Jason Bay
There is something about
Your forearm muscles
That
Make me hot.

I notice them when your at bat
Your elbows too.

Jason Bay
There's something about you

I call you the Silent Warrior.

Morning rituals/
Coffee, yogurt shake, water/
With a straw in each mug.

Holy rain pouring
From the large mouths of sky gods
Coating secret ground

A haiku

Exercising, LOST
to bed quite early for sex
Without skipping meals.

I've thought a lot about you,
I hate admitting that since I pretty much loathe you.
Wishing I had the strength to wipe my hands clean of you and
Not giving a shit

just like you.

I have slept a lot.
And though I've been sick in the regular
sort of way-
Over the counter flu remedies
sprawled
throught the
apartment,
half used tissues heaped on the coffee table like roadside debris,
I think I've stayed under the covers to avoid having to feel...
Empty.
Asking god for a few more hours of solitude.