Boys Don't Cry

But girls fuckin do! I sure did a lot more in my college years, I can tell ya THAT. I found this silly poetry, written about 2 different boys, and I hate to say I still kinda like it. I think I wrote it for a poetry class junior year of school. Bet ya didn't think I was a lil' smarty pants poet girl, huh? Well, I dunno if it's good but FUCK YOU I like it. These 2 sonnets also illustrate subtley just how muuuuuuuch I drank back in those days too, oy! I also dressed all gothy like that and drank absinthe. Way too much absinthe. Lemme tell ya's, that shit rots yer brain *shivers*


Sonnet for the Fair

Morning smiles are timid
The air and countenance of early
When the coolish coffee calms
Bitter ghost of yesterevenings
The color not quite of your hair
Sunlight escapes neither
As brash bottle noises break
Clocks speak sensing silence

Always searching something
Jackets have a way of disappearing
Beneath drunken mountains
A calender of awkward
With haunted holidays of Maybes
To an end in November


Sonnet for the Unfair

Dumb deceitful blue bugs
Of a transiently turquoise tint
Half a lifetime's worth of charm
And a subtle mist of vermouth
A wintery drink numbs
Without the warmth of a drag
Or a silly secret kiss
Before spinning strangers dare the snow

Deliberate December looming
Starry cold and toothed
Like when the bars were just a place
To escape the icicles
Precarious like two people who laughed
Over a baby olive splash


OH, and both boys were/are musicians. SHOCKER.