Category: Old Moods
Press hard against the spot with metal.Tap softly with a warm, clean cloth.Things I think of as I take off to Spain.OCD pains. I can’t pick my face here or ever.The plane tilts. Like perpetual motion, it feels.When I’m enclosed, like now or in the shower;I’m perpetually scared of how scared I was before.
I used to run.Often I ran.I ran in Getafe. You probably don’t know what it is like to run in Getafe alone at night.This is not me bragging.Spring and summer nights were yours truly’s favourite. I went once to a concert in Madrid.Big one that was. Alone on a summer night.And so, I wanted to…
So much of me is personal,Like sitting in this room in the darkTill he comes and turns on the light:‘you like the dark, don’t you?’I say I don’t,But the most exciting things happen at nightFor some reason, like you, turning on this light. So much of us is personal.
We had this one cd in the car by Coldplay,As a kid, I had the common decency to hate the band.We were stuck with it. We would always forget to bring the other CDs with us.Today, I remembered that “Parachutes” wasn’t that bad for the time.And there was a time when my parents seemed to…