Friday, November 23, 2012
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.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
A Frightening World
Mirror panes
in all directions
slashing pains
from recollections
needle veins
and sharp injections
drunken reins
and wrapped erections
long sleeved shame
bruised complexions
no one came
with real objections
forgotten names
secret protections
never games
with word corrections
Aspartame
and imperfections
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
The Ocean
The ocean breeze calls me closer every day.
I try to tell it,
"Wait, I don't understand."
But when have sea shells ever stopped their humming in your ear?
According to the angle of the sun,
my smoke signals should have reached the land by now.
But I fear my luck has just run out,
and til the end of days
the sand will be my most precious gold.
My ship will come most faithfully in just 3 days,
with white sails and ginger ales.
But until then, I'm swirling in a sea
and the single creature I can spy
will not tell me what it thinks of my interesting predicament,
it would rather eat me instead and spit out my bones
to the never ending
sea.
I try to tell it,
"Wait, I don't understand."
But when have sea shells ever stopped their humming in your ear?
According to the angle of the sun,
my smoke signals should have reached the land by now.
But I fear my luck has just run out,
and til the end of days
the sand will be my most precious gold.
My ship will come most faithfully in just 3 days,
with white sails and ginger ales.
But until then, I'm swirling in a sea
and the single creature I can spy
will not tell me what it thinks of my interesting predicament,
it would rather eat me instead and spit out my bones
to the never ending
sea.
yes
I miss you like the sun
wishes there was a breeze coming from the west
to offer a cool hand to the seismic tremors of the Earth.
Send me ocean drifts and salty seas
to calm the thoughts that threaten to swirl
in my head forever.
Words can only make this worse,
I am convinced,
but yet I cannot cut off all of my threads
with swimming dreams and indefinite wifi.
Even without electrical currents,
even drowning in 8 ounce cups,
even soaking up all the rays,
even running miles in my head
and countless hot air balloon rides,
I cannot forget, and I cannot expect to make anything but mistakes.
Even more than 400 miles make me want to
doubt my mind. I know I am not stupid,
but when I told you to keep my heart in mind,
I fear you listened only temporarily.
Grasp, in my direction,
if nothing else. I feel silly
and my heart is on a tightrope,
destined to fall off.
You might as well tell me sooner
rather than later
so I can call up someone else to
fill the chasm you left.
wishes there was a breeze coming from the west
to offer a cool hand to the seismic tremors of the Earth.
Send me ocean drifts and salty seas
to calm the thoughts that threaten to swirl
in my head forever.
Words can only make this worse,
I am convinced,
but yet I cannot cut off all of my threads
with swimming dreams and indefinite wifi.
Even without electrical currents,
even drowning in 8 ounce cups,
even soaking up all the rays,
even running miles in my head
and countless hot air balloon rides,
I cannot forget, and I cannot expect to make anything but mistakes.
Even more than 400 miles make me want to
doubt my mind. I know I am not stupid,
but when I told you to keep my heart in mind,
I fear you listened only temporarily.
Grasp, in my direction,
if nothing else. I feel silly
and my heart is on a tightrope,
destined to fall off.
You might as well tell me sooner
rather than later
so I can call up someone else to
fill the chasm you left.
Monday, September 12, 2011
And so it begins again
Gently, he removes the heavy weight from between my shoulder blades.
Unless i am mistaken, his eyes are sending me a message, although i cannot see them - my back turned.
The wafting smell of pine cinders make my mind wander, dreaming of the warmth that emerges exclusively in the winter months.
He draws back my attention effortlessly and unknowingly.
Realizing that the moment is fading, i turn to face him, our bodies no closer than only seconds before, but now any separation would seem unbearable to me.
I look into his eyes, chocolate brown, searching for the secrets of his thoughts.
Eyes no longer conveying correctly what he wants to say, he leans forward and our lips connect for the first time, softly smoothly and gently.
Unless i am mistaken, his eyes are sending me a message, although i cannot see them - my back turned.
The wafting smell of pine cinders make my mind wander, dreaming of the warmth that emerges exclusively in the winter months.
He draws back my attention effortlessly and unknowingly.
Realizing that the moment is fading, i turn to face him, our bodies no closer than only seconds before, but now any separation would seem unbearable to me.
I look into his eyes, chocolate brown, searching for the secrets of his thoughts.
Eyes no longer conveying correctly what he wants to say, he leans forward and our lips connect for the first time, softly smoothly and gently.
Thursday, August 04, 2011
The Consuming Flames
I couldn't believe that it took fireworks.
Red fire, consuming my oxygen
and my thoughts.
And the tones of your voice
like booming thunder
filling my ears with a ringing
that I could hear even after
you left me.
You entered amidst a black sea of other people.
The room was dark, shrouded
in black lace and prayers.
But somehow you appeared to me
clearer and brighter
than any disco ball
or compact fluorescent could ever manage.
The soot soon smothered us all.
The flames licking bright new brick
and threatening to swallow us
piece by piece
taking with it our pressboard furniture,
just so that the interior matched our skin -
covered in shining, charcoal burns.
I couldn't believe that it took fireworks.
Red fire, of my creation
consuming every part of you.
And as if the spectacle wasn't enough
the first time,
an encore seemed fitting,
doused in gasoline.
Red fire, consuming my oxygen
and my thoughts.
And the tones of your voice
like booming thunder
filling my ears with a ringing
that I could hear even after
you left me.
You entered amidst a black sea of other people.
The room was dark, shrouded
in black lace and prayers.
But somehow you appeared to me
clearer and brighter
than any disco ball
or compact fluorescent could ever manage.
The soot soon smothered us all.
The flames licking bright new brick
and threatening to swallow us
piece by piece
taking with it our pressboard furniture,
just so that the interior matched our skin -
covered in shining, charcoal burns.
I couldn't believe that it took fireworks.
Red fire, of my creation
consuming every part of you.
And as if the spectacle wasn't enough
the first time,
an encore seemed fitting,
doused in gasoline.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
moving on
You have never loved me
and I know you never will.
The you I loved is lost -
I forgive, am calm, and still.
and I know you never will.
The you I loved is lost -
I forgive, am calm, and still.
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