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Intersection

I became jealous of my friend;He hung around the intersectionsJust a bit too long.He used to slump aroundIn the corners of my eyesAnd I didn’t notice him when he’d frown—We didn’t notice him—until he hung around That intersection for longer than we’d care to think.I became jealousBecause he vanishedRight to that street cornerWhen he thought No one would care but the coroner,Right to the asphalt that received him—Soft,As I hoped my ownLast momentsWould be.…And so, now, I sit at the intersectionChucking rocks with my weepy handAt my grayish concrete reflectionTrying to see if he’ll come around again.I’m stillAnd still kind of mad withinBecause life’s not fair,I’m jealous because he found the answerAnd left us all to figure it outOn shards of glassPieces of metaland intersections, Which too longHe hung about.

Simon G Tehle
Dec 11, 2012

I became jealous of my friend;
He hung around the intersections
Just a bit too long.

He used to slump around
In the corners of my eyes
And I didn’t notice him when he’d frown—
We didn’t notice him—until he hung around 
That intersection for longer than we’d care to think.

I became jealous
Because he vanished
Right to that street corner
When he thought 
No one would care but the coroner,
Right to the asphalt that received him—
Soft,
As I hoped my own
Last moments
Would be.




And so, now, I sit at the intersection
Chucking rocks with my weepy hand
At my grayish concrete reflection
Trying to see if he’ll come around again.
I’m still
And still kind of mad within
Because life’s not fair,
I’m jealous because he found the answer
And left us all to figure it out
On shards of glass
Pieces of metal
and intersections, 
Which too long
He hung about.


Simon G Tehle

Dec 11, 2012