Friday Five :: We walk together, we’re walking down the street and I just can’t get enough

Just Can’t Get Enough :: Depeche Mode Friday Five 5 Things this song reminds me of: 1) High School dances in the gym. 2) Lyrics scrawled all over Pee Chee notebooks, composition books, sides of sneakers, and passed notes to friends. 3) Cactus Coolers from the vending machine out by the bleachers. 4) Lying on the floor of my bedroom with a side-by-side cassette deck taping songs off KROQ. 5) Agree Shampoo bottles emptied into the trash bins outside of Knott’s Berry Farm to get in 1/2 price to go dancing at an amusement park. Continue reading Friday Five :: We walk together, we’re walking down the street and I just can’t get enough

Die in a rosary :: Songs and poetry

In Her Lunchbox Purse, My Goodbye (by me) There were moments in those black and white pictured rooms, your arms draped languidly around me, drunk, desolate, so beautiful. I wanted you to carry on with me, when the lights came back on, when life began. ‘Garlands’ drifted off the turntable, bodies swayed, gashed, bruised, glory and forever in their eyes. You leaned against the cool of the bathroom stall, your eyes glazing over, the razor finished, falling to the floor. I carried you, painted your lips with cherry, kissed you as you woke up, body pulsing, next to me, heartbeat … Continue reading Die in a rosary :: Songs and poetry

But I never know if its real :: song of the day

“We are walking down the street, holding hands. There’s a playground at the end of the block and I run to the swings and climb on, and Henry takes the one next to me, facing the opposite direction, and we swing higher and higher, passing each other, sometimes in synch and sometimes streaming past each other so fast it seem likes we’re going to collide, and we laugh, and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the … Continue reading But I never know if its real :: song of the day