September, 2007

(archives)

things

– brianprince

lately.
i’ve been writing.
a lot about me.

and.
a lot.
about you.
whoever “you” may be.

it’s disturbing.
i need.
something.
different. an adjustment.

so maybe.
i’ll write.
about them.
that’s good use of my pen.

no.

then it will come back.
to me.
and you.
whoever “you” may be.

a circle.
never-ending.
infinity.

mirror reflection.
friends. self-driven.
objective.

but the subject.
always returning.
to me.
and you.
whoever “you” may be.

i think.
at least for a while.
i’ll write.
a lot.

about things.

relentless

– brianprince

relentless courage.
something i possess.
block. captivated. cut off.
put to death.
by conventional thinking. the media.
and the press.
the plan. the path. you failed. succeed.
no, success.
when i see the things
we’re supposed to do.
never giving up. it’s not easy.
break through.

this summer
stood for
something.
i learned that
i fall
for anything.
the sun, so bright,
brought meaningless fights.
where i have no rights.

mr. passive. door mat.
stand for something.
in the desert.
the dry. mild. wind
and wild tumbleweeds
blow in.
to chap my mind.
leaving a fungus
crippling my spine.

mr. positive. flourishing.
divine.
nice guys get to the back
of the line.
i’m fine with that.
to finish last.
cinderella. chores.
opening doors. napkins
on my lap.
suppressing the urge
for more.

relentless.

layover

– brianprince

here in dallas. just waiting. and pacing.
park it and have a taste at blue mesa.
blue moon cerveza. service with a smile.
it’s spicy picante. my nose runs like the nile.

an hour and a half to kill. lets run up the bill.
on the company card. not work’s, but mine.
primate design won’t mind. but hey, that’s my dime.
oh well. im so swell, cuz im almost home.

there are no more sweet potato chips. can’t have it all.
but thats all i needed. on this trip so long. so far.
t-mobile hot spot. i just paid six bucks. so i can
upload these words. that dont mean shit.

it doesnt matter anyhow. every one’s more mad. now
that i’ve been gone. it makes it easier to discover my own
self. oh well. both coasts are yelling at me. that makes
middle america that much more appealing. you see.

layover.

(after-thought)
scream.

ahh hell.

i got 30 more minutes, until my six dollars are finished.
i’m gonna use all my time. even without my favorite chips.
the blue moon satisfied. more than any virtual presence.
yes. it’s all coming out. but the comments are kept.

silent.

passive. aggressive. never violent. or a menance.
i just fight with these words. and curse. to win it.
do you believe this is on the fly? or was this a dream
from yesterday. i will not lie. i typing live. extempore.

the story of my life. nothing is planned. much love to you
and i wish that everything was right. so simple. and easy.
i love my wife. more than than my own life. that’s why
i do this. expression. to get through it. good bye. it’s 8:42.

run.

fire

– brianprince

it’s fire. where you’re concerned.
match dot com. who got burned.
strike the box. ten pins over.
slick fucking lanes. in the gutter.

there’s no one else. all out of words.
no future to go back to. that’s absurd.
i just do. what i have to do. avoiding.
it’s a dying leap. across these buildings.
the winds jaded me. chapped me dry.
now i’m brittle. disgruntle. can’t even cry.

stoned. cracked. junkie. the real me.
alone. in the past. a has-been mystery.
take a taste. swallow whole. now shit it out.
fade away. never know. what i’m about.

the only answer on the test. was clear.
my fear of repeating the past. bubble in.
the right answer and. float. get popped again.
coals are red hot. the risk of getting caught.
haven’t i defined my line. the discomfort of fire.
i’m not. who i was. i can’t handle. our love.

i died on your shrine. you’re stuffed in my archives.
a broken heel. a cut gum. a trip to visit. the persian.
cats crawl. up the curtains. your laugh. i miss.
it’s gone. but it’s forever. it’s fire. branded.

i can’t hold. these coals. any longer.
it’s was my flame to blame. and now
i’m not the same. i remember the santa ana wind
and i can’t make that mistake again.

that’s my reason.