From the Vaults: Bad Ideas and Best Intentions

I found this the other day while unpacking some notebooks. It's a poem, and while there's no date on it, I remember writing it while at Weeds Cafe, a place I only started frequenting in 2006. There's no edits on the page, other than swapping 'best' for 'good' in the title and the removal of 'clear' after 'Blue eyes', so I probably jotted it down over a cup of coffee and promptly forgot about it.

Bad Ideas and Best Intentions

Lines I wish I'd written

Old friends lost and never seen

awash, adrift, away

a melody of damaged goods

blue eyes across a coffee shop

tussled hair leads tussled lives

the half-tucked shirt tails of unfinished plans

laughter, frowns, tears, regrets

stolen moments, cigarettes

a diary of best intentions

a scrapbook of wasted of time

my too-tight t-shirt hugs my shoulders

like the smoke of past deeds caught on my sleeves