Just New

Innocent eyes
in pasture size
with sheep as white
as the dazzling sleep

I send on weighted wings
the tragedy sings
with locked horns sent
to puddles pocked

Blond as airy ways
that never swings or sways
After all this time
we arise each time we fall

Angry

I hope it feels good
to break my heart
With daggers and embers and the sharpest points available.

I hope you enjoy my pain
And not much else because
you are destined to find someone
That isn't me.

I hope it feels good
to make me feel small and unimportant.
because you win.

I hope I mean nothing
Because I feel like
a whole lot of nothing.

(3/31/12)

Yellow

I was afraid to listen to the song
you played me on that night

fingers shimmering over porcelain keys
in a way that I could never master

somehow you played perfectly even
though you didn't remember a thing

and maybe I don't remember a thing
and maybe I'm choosing not to

those were the times when things 
were still mysterious and the only

facts were intoxicating scavenger hunts
and distilled grains instilled in our brains

and the words were all there
until they went away

I saw them down the staircase
growing fainter until you blinked

but couldn't tell if they still rested there
I don't know where they went

but they were gone
and just away.

Silence

Am I supposed to keep my mouth shut?

As friends part from lovers,
I smile, smug, in my own power,

but what's this?
You have secrets too?

How naive I was to think
that I was the only one.

Life goes on, and mysteries go on,
and the whirring in my brain drowns out it all.

(10/10/12)

One Way Street

They will not see in color!
No, but what would you expect
eyes don't see in black and white
I meant in silhouettes.

Just in two floors and squished between
I cannot help but sort by type,
One a shining light veneer
the other, darkened stripe.

Either way, I'm sitting here
with not a lot to do,
one who'll have me any day
and one I never knew.

The Web

Slender wisps of white

whisk through electrified air

where all words and thoughts

are transferred in modernity

Silently waiting with breathless

wonder, as all paper turns to dust

and cracked screens send rays

of light - blue, red, and green

Have I said too much?

Stacks of smiles and news

sent with secret enthusiasm

has become too cement-walled

Split. Scared. Senseless.

2 Worlds

High up on mountain tops
caught in the smoky haze of
vaporized narcotics
sent to you in a safety deposit box
given, bequeathed to you since birth.

In encyclopedias these words do not
exist, they live far underground,
under skin and blood and flesh.

And lips and hearts.

Laughter mixed with methanol
ethanol reaching those same
pumping arteries and fingertips.

Even when the rest of the world
lies forgotten like your shirt on my
floor, you still have that weight in
your mind, the one that reminds
that tells me kiss me.