November 30, 2012

November.

This morning, at Port Authority
after a last cup of coffee,
deposited _____.

"It was a joy to have you here."
(In truth, happy to see you go.)

Drink and smoke too much,
company and when you're around.

I really am not very good.

Though we had fun.
Bread and cheese holidays,
waterfronts, a long walk.

Sang on the roof.
Got drunk.

Nevertheless,
spent too much.


Kicking myself.


November 27, 2012

November 26, 2012

November 22, 2012

November 21, 2012

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Mallory.
Sometimes she was happy, sometimes she was sad.

The end.

November 15, 2012

November 13, 2012

November 10, 2012

Conjuring up my melancholy
No that can't go on.
Certain my sadness was necessary
Oh I've been so wrong.

Stop all that dark and senseless brooding.
Sing a different song.

Dear and the Headlights

November 7, 2012

I live in New York, and I was thinking about the lagoon in Central Park, down near Central Park South. I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where did the ducks go? I was wondering where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away to the zoo or something. Or if they just flew away.

The Catcher in the Rye
(Rookie).


November 2, 2012

November 1, 2012

Your mind is like a giant outdoor music festival filled with dentists who are holding drills and you keep running into old best friends from middle school and running out of things to say and, oh my god, is that your ex over there? Why are there giant families huddled in a food court? YOU'RE TRAPPED. AND EVERYONE HERE IS RICH.

(Thought Catalog).