Trash Can

Hi, my name's Marc and I'm NOT an alcoholic.

The night air is curious
as it rips through the rainy sky
pressure washing my dirty windows.
I have saved all of the pink Mentos for you,
but on this night you're gone.
It's funny how thoughts of you bring you back to me.

Tonight it is 63 degrees and I'm in a forrest near the ocean in central florida in a tent. Because of the trees it is pitch black and because there's noone else around for miles it's silent, minus some bugs. Amazing. I've gone camping probably 50 times in the last year, and I'm always amazed. And I love that my phone has internet, so I can write this. Love the Blackberry!

I'm hiked to a spot on a lake in florida, and now I am camping in 39 degree weather. My sleeping bag is rated at 50 degrees. But goddamnit it's beautiful out here.

I love the person you look at everyday in the mirror.

The rain started falling
and a smile broke over my face.
Once again I ran onto the school yard
and had no other cares in the world.
The candy store in my mind
and everything was free.
I was casting a line over the side of a canoe
waiting for a bite, sipping on a Coke.
Hiking through the woods
and pitching a tent for the night.
Catching fireflies in my hand
only to set them free.
Building a snowman
and pegging it with snowballs.
Flying a kite
in the open air.
Boogie boarding
on six to ten foot waves.
That was until the rain stopped
ending everything except the smile shining on my face.

An old man falls
and breaks like glass
on a shag carpet
made of mouse ear threads.
Somewhere underneath
the soil turns to marshmallows
getting eaten by the old man's wife
for a late lunch.
The clouds are armies
and drop like bullets
surrounding everthing small
as a baby opens her eyes.
Her tear is blood
dropping to the ocean
which chooses not to fight
and gets killed.
The animal that wins
holds his country over his head
as the old tree falls
in a forrest that no longer exists.

In my mind I create this garden
and it blooms.
I always create this garden,
and in my mind it always blooms
It's always shit,
and no, it never really blooms.
Now for once it's real,
and I can smell it.
I can touch it,
and I do.

Okey, so this is what you are:
You're the butterflies
That dance on my chest
And rise up into my throat
And leave me breathless.

Don't be the rule.
Be the exception.
PLEASE!

I pulled a Stretch Armstrong til it leaked,
flipped Garbage Pail Kids at a brick wall,
I played Atari games til the sun came up,
Little League games, and tackle football
I had a crush on a blond haired neighbor,
played spin the bottle for a peck on the cheek
I got beat up, and fought back even harder,
collected marbles, baseball cards and coins
Read every issue of Spiderman that came montly,
sneaked in afternoon episodes of Fat Albert
I didn't worry about the future.
The future is now.
I saw myself as a firefighter,
an astronaut, a doctor, or real estate tycoon.
I saw love.
I always saw love.
I saw one steady love,
from childhood to death.
We would have kids, a picket fence,
the whole nine yards.
I never saw emptiness,
not like I've had.
My heart is still pure,
for this I am lucky.
With every waking day I keep alive this dream,
now I must be a child again.

I will scream at the moon
for not staying up in the sky
Tear at my body
for not getting better
I will chew up the air between us
and spit it on the sidewalk
All to lay still
to listen to your stomach talking.

You are flourescent pink marbles
floating in a pool of mud.

Let's borrow a cliche.
It was love at first sight.
The word love scares some, so we'll scratch that word.
Plus who's to know if it was love?
Was it lust at first sight?
No it was definitely more.
From first sight...
I cared about you.
I wanted to get to know you.
I wanted to know why you glued yourself to your computer.
Where did you come from?
What makes you tick.
Etc.
Trust me, I have more questions now, then I did before.
But I still look at you, as I did that day.

I quickly decorated the MMBA float this morning at like 7:45. It's 11:30 and I am currently just sitting on it still, unmoving. The parade started at 10 AM with foat #1 we are float #300. Yeah, lots of fun. I have found that I am quite pround to be the only white member of such a heartfelt organization. There will be a time when that won't be an issue, but it is brought to my attention often. Damn I'm hungry. We all talk about change for the better here in Savannah, and just maybe together we can get a lot done. Being around all these positive people really gives me hope, and it makes me feel that I can accomplish anything I put my mind to. So on that note... Onward!

When the nights are too short,
We'll turn days into nights.




You're amazing!

A while ago you sat in a crowded cafe and I saw only you.
This last week has been quite crowded and yet when I think back on it, I see only you.

wait don't sweep those leaves.
the crackling beneath my feet lets me know i'm here.

Exactly a month ago I had a dream.








It has come true.

I don't know where I'm going,
and most times I don't know where I've been.
That's changing.
You light my path,
blanketing the fallen leaves with rays
for my weary feet to follow.
Maybe it's the same for you?
As leaves crackle beneath my wieght,
I grab your hand
with the innocense of a Saturday morning cartoon.
There are things I can only see with you,
on our road.