verbigerations.

My thinks at night are all about you.

I don’t like anyone/like that/any-more.

Like how you feel it/ all the time/always sure.

Strong like the taste of coffee/sharp like the burn of coffee/wide awake but weary like coffee/takes time to wear off like coffee/butterflies in your stomach like coffee/makes you stronger/like OJ.

I don’t like anyone/like that/any-more. 

I don’t feel it/all the time/never know for sure.

Weak like the radio when I drive down the coast/faint like the smell of sugar/nice like your favorite song over the supermarket intercom/small like doing nothing-together/strange my thinks at night are all about you/makes me laugh like I mean it and want to hold your hand in the car even if it’s reckless driving.

I like you like that now/the right now kind of like.

Lets get a cup of coffee sometime. 

I take medication for my ADD to help me focus. The only glitch is that after I take them, I can focus on my work, but what I really want to do is write poetry nonstop or mess around on the piano, or focus on the wrong part of the work (include every concievable synonym for the word “pink” and use them all in the discussion of my Chem lab report.)

While overcome with a bout of ADD hyperfocused energy

I have fixed the stereo system that connects to the speakers in my kitchen and family room, and hooked up my Dad’s old turntable, and now the musical stylings of Crosby Stills Nash and Young flood the whole downstairs, accompanied by the barely audible crackle of the needle hitting tiny imperfections in the vinyl. 

Eargasms and soulgasms all around people.