The Quad at Night

There is a particular voice that I don't want to have when I grow up.
You keep talking the small talk that makes me uncomfortable, negatable.
If the slit in your skirt gets any higher, I will know you intimately.
I want to be a different kind of sexy, with a little mystery.

They bike-to-kill with their I'm-so-eco-friendy-fuck-a-human-attitude.
The whir that makes me jump when I hear it close to my heels.

Million-dollar grass so thick that it doesn't move when the wind blows.
I swear they move the trees in May for a better view of the stage.

The new ones, on cell phones, bleed their hormonal wounds for witnesses.
Eager for validation.

Somethings are private.

I am certain that I don't care that:
you promised to take things slow (Ohmygod)
and now he's passing out his cock like candy at every college party (Ohmygod)
Your casual displays sound like you'd take him back anyway.

I'm Not Afraid of November

I did a big bad thing.
I volunteered myself to a ritual, but I'm really bad at forming habits (or is that breaking them).

Maybe I've just got all the habits I need.
Maybe I'll pick up another hobby instead.

Mastering My Mouth

I'm trying relatively hard to filter, but at this point my level of success can not be measured.
I started on Sunday and failed on Monday.
Today, I didn't talk to anyone--so we'll see how I do tomorrow.

Pirates and the profound

The late afternoon sunlight was breaking through the treetops, and I was trying to catch every last bit of it while waiting for Brendan's turn to throw axes. We decided to visit the pirate festival for Brendan's birthday, and it took me all of fifteen minute to spend the rest of my lunch money on a jangly belt. Two guys dressed like pirates kept talking to us in weird accents that I think were supposed to be french. Finally, the long-haired guy says, "who's future?" Brendan stopped confused for a second. The guy pointed at his shirt, which said music is the weapon of the future. Brendan looked down, "Oh, everyone's, I guess." Finally, the guy muttered something unintelligble, "... some people just don't get it, like I'm sick of people putting footage of violence and wars to John Lennon's Imagine."

I guess I never really thought of it like that.