just anything

I can sit here and type thoughts

about love and pain

for real

or

for fun

but I’m here doing it,

sitting here

not doing what you’re doing,

whatever it is you’re doing,

because I have thoughts that need

to be released into the wild

like zoo animals

lookin’ for reality

and

freedom

and

fresh food

but

I also want to consume

everything in my reach

and give you everything

I have,

which is nearly nothing,

but it is something,

which may be more

than what you had before reading

this

and that’s what I have to give you…

that,

and probably an STD,

but the doctor hasn’t gotten back to me yet,

so in the meantime,

think of something witty

or smart

or not

and keep it to yourself

like you usually do…

or share it to social media

praising your deity

as your source of strength

when in fact

you need everyone’s approval

for your strength,

because in the end,

we’re all narcissist

and need approval.

I can at least admit it,

which makes me

the greatest

narcissist of all.

-JDR-

 

One touch

I knew then,

when your hand

hung on for that

extra second

and our fingers

refused to depart,

that I knew

the connection

was real.

but the homeless woman

tried to sell us lottery

tickets

and I waved her off,

like an annoying insect,

with the buzzing noise of

motorbikes

zipping by,

with eyes,

Eyes,

fixed upon you.

They don’t want to leave

their position.

And why should they?

You’re treasure;

I won the lottery without playing.

But the homeless woman

is still homeless

while I get to call you home.

life just isn’t fair

and I’m surely partly to blame.

-JDR-

loving myself

Once I figured out

how to love myself,

I no longer needed

any. of. you.

Problem is now,

I’m alone

And

until I can find someone

to love me more than

I do,

I’ll be sharing my stories

with you

And

only you.

My. One.

My. Only.

My mirror.

-JDR-

cherries

i see the flowers sprouting

from her eyes,

over there in the dark corner

of the bar where neon lights

from a hipster beer sign

shine upon the petals,

and it reminds me of you

and all the weeds i had

to poison

because the pulling out

wasn’t working.

tongue twisting

cherry stems,

sucking seeds

cherry cleaning;

i love the taste of cherries,

i love the memory of you,

i hate the taste of new love,

i want my old fermented

familiar twisted and knotted

cherry back … so i can

give it new seed.

-JDR-

just one

i circle around

these square

blocks

looking for the elusive one;

one, two, three,

go by

but my eyes are on focused

on the cracks

in the ground

and the dark clouds

in the sky

wondering

why

that trash can is full

but this one is empty.

coffee beans

and

massage oils

fill

the air with a strange

transparency

lifting my spirits to the heavens

while i sip on spirits at club heaven.

perhaps i haven’t found the

elusive

one

because i’ve been limiting

my search

to

just one.

-JDR-

contemporary mating

dating…

i’ll tinder you,

i’ll match.com you,

i’ll OKcupid you,

i’ll eharmony you,

i’ll [enter ethnicity].com you,

but tell me this one thing

before we go any further,

are we gonna fuck

or

what?

cuz i can just swipe right

to the next one

who’ll most certainly

want to fuck this

royalty,

knighted by the Queen

herself

(pretend royalty, obvs;

it’s the internet…duh),

but i did eat the Queen out,

so that must count for

something;

dry aged pussy –

it’s the new foodie thang,

or will be soon enough.

i’ve always been a trend setter.

-JDR-

clipped wings

I got nothing for you,

inspiration,

not even all the interesting

people

walking

sitting

running

and kneeling

and crawling

with no birds flying around

the free food;

not that i noticed with my

face in my phone

peeking at this girl

i

secretly

secrete for,

while i pretend to search for the birds.

where are those god damn birds anyway?

one empty bottle turns into

two empty bottles

and the fowl i want still hasn’t

noticed me,

but one of the foul ones has,

but after two bottles,

who the fuck cares?

well, the morning;

yeah, the morning;

that’s who cares.

-JDR-