73.

wonderyear in 2009
flavored sweeteningly
parent's garden mist
at home

tabby cats were tigers
crouched, ready
in our parents garden
we grew

3/4 of what life is
available to suck on
in the suburbs for free
for ever

nickelodeon dreams,
commercials memorized
in orange gak
and green goo

when i was 17 i fell in love
when i was 18 i fell in love
and tears
and stars

lakes were surrealist tweakings
of scientist's dreams
windy nights better reflect'd
our understanding

make me look stupid again world
I explore but rarely find anything
who bleeds or scars

72.

A failed relationship in 9 pictures
The frame seemed to clash with the image
professionally developed
colors more vibrant than static
we wiped the fog from the window,
said hello, now go,
go.

71.

tangerine air dreamt her hair
but coarse as maple bark
ready to touch the world
touch the sky,
ask,
is everything just like this?
shes online!
green beaming dot
green beaming smile next to her name
not sure what I would say:
we grew up an ocean apart
and it didnt seem to matter,
didnt seem to make us much different,
(our vectors were so close
and parallel
gods asked will they intersect,
we cant tell!)

                      ...

I like the way your knees touch when you walk
and how youll dance without music
and how Boston hasnt gotten to you yet
because you still look people in the eye.
I liked when you struggled for color
but described that air as warm
And how it was so similar to your skin.
And the way you tell stories when youre drunk,
breathing as though you have hiccups
or as though every sentence is so powerful
it takes the wind from you.

                      ...

Its silly to think I thought you were Czech.
Language barriers are redeeming. Its good to know,
there is more to interaction than.........the cutest thing
is a girl struggling to find a word in my language

I dont like this post. I would like to do portraits,
of various kinds

70.

And it must have been because

you grew up reading

and I grew up playing

that you were okay with our time together

being just a shade of love,

like your "literary crushes" you called them.

i LOVE Zooey you would say,

and I would comply....

You were okay with talk

and text

and time

defining ours,

because you grew up reading.

You typed once,

I love you.

Sometime,

sometime soon

I will be able to fully describe how 

fucking horrible everything

about everything

about you. You need it.

69.

This is not bragging, its something to think about:
People say I take risks.
I don't.
When I was young,
while others were reading,
I was developing skill.
I've never broken a bone,
never been in trouble,
I'm just really fucking skilled.
Anyone who thinks I take risks
Must have read to much as a child.

Sheltered kids live sheltered lives.
Reading kids live abstract lives.
Upbringing, upbringing is everything.

68.

In efficiency, obviously
but less of a limbic innervation.
we are lost because the way in which we communicate changed during our lifetime,
one of the few examples ever!
we must not be ashamed of this
but we must be demoralized.
forms of communication, of abstraction are engrained at a young age.
verbal communication is the most obvious, that is how we were grown! on biological, verbal, physical interaction and now, in this day, in that of internet-typing-chatting we cannot and will never be able to derive the same affection from it as will the generation who, right now is no longer toddlers. similar to the reason music is the most emotionally provocative form of art: it is the most ancient, the most readily stimulating of our limbic system (probably responsible for emoottioonns and more ancient part of brain), the most intensely wired abstraction (sound). espeeeciallllyyy music with words. in effect, it may be possible for some that wernicke's area is used in music comprehension.
stop.
my point is that my generation has the inability to derive emotion, closeness etc. reality from electronics. we are biologic organisms living in a technologic age. sad. well not sad, just not happy. but we can take pride in being the last biologic humans ever, the last unable to derive the same emotions from reality from non-reality, just like the 17-year-old cavemen when writing became a novel abstraction from speaking. we drink heavily because it allows us to forget about Facebook, and return to our childish selves. the fact is we have to. we literally do. we must drink to feel the same emotional productivity as other generations because we are fucked by technology. the coming generations will not be fucked like we are. they will be fine, but it is those in transition, us. maybe quantity will make up for quality. maybe if we interact enough we won't have to worry about quality

67.

Look, K.

I may keep you under wraps
and I may never fully find you
as far as love is.
But far as love strains on those
sunny days
and as far as it rays on those
ugh.............
Best days
I'm sure one moment
of your life you felt
how I do know, about me.

We could have had it all.
We still,
oh imagine us still!
Could have it all.