pantomimed expressions

a poet in a quote cage

tying fire with a tourniquet

nothing accomplished

enraged burn

baggage claim

she cut through her skin with a grin

as if to say

  see, that’s how i empty my baggage

her whole world spilled out before me,

to her it was just another cleansing

we spent all night talking it out

over shots of rum

and tightly rolled joints

  you know i’d never do this

  without you next to me

  right?

and laughter filled up

the empty swollen eyes

(5-7-5)

winds subtle or harsh

i will stand here either way

poised unscarred unscathed

 

remora

feeling fed upon

waved

slick in the currents

the taste in your throat

it is i

whore residue

cast from my skin

with a twitch

to darkness

i am clean and i

roam deep seas

once again

 

on this good earth

kiss me here 

on this good earth

i stand here waiting 

in a field of illusions

kiss me as 

my lips bleed out

cracked on the punch 

of loneliness

kiss me twice 

for hell and heaven

my low my high

both lips longing

kiss me now 

hanging over the edge

and be brave enough 

to fall with me

down

it was always the sky

 the depth of the sky

 the questions of space

 the beauty of the cosmos

that made her want to jump

it was never the ground

 the certain impact

 the clouds of dust

 the feeling of an end

no

it was never her intention

to fall

but she fell 

looking up

the whole way

down

frost bitten

 

a heart is like a hammer

nobody told me

your spine was brittle

made of crisp straw structure

hollow through the center

and your eyes were clouds

stormed with rain

just waiting to fall,

first tears leaking the flood

and your heart was flat,

the beating of depression

had lulled it to a bass line

of muted notes

nobody told me

to love you would kill you

and the touch of my heart

would bring a hard hammer down

(5-7-5)

shade me shallow, peace

comfort by your tender side

cesious canopy

 

 

vacancies

all around me now

just empty spaces

 vacancies

 everywhere

the places you used to be

from the corner of my eye

in peripheral vision

there in a reflection

here as i stare

just empty spaces

all around me now

 vacancies

 everywhere

catacombs and graves

its wasted time

some say its wasted time

but they haven't written a word 

they haven't struggled over 

the placement of a comma 

they don't know the difference

between “a” and “the”

they haven't searched for a vein

to insert the pen

to pull out the blood

to write with their life on the line

... i wrote the words “ i love you “

and i still haven't recovered   

on a Sunday morning

i woke up today with something to say

but you were not here to hear it

i wanted to say “ Good-morning “

and kiss your lips

and stroke your hair

i wanted to say “ What did you dream? “

and laugh or cry

and smile with you

i wanted to say “ I love you “

and have you say it back to me

  its Sunday morning

  its 10:35

  but you are not here

  

  just a yawn

  and silence

 

 

bedaubed with innocence

god was just a face at first

a pretty sidestare wanting look

a come and take what you please flirt

an innocent fuck me forever hook

and said she could

and said she would

and slowly reconstruct the look

and all the while

a schoolgirl smile

and guilt bedaubed with innocence

but said she could

and how she would

touch god the father son and ghost

and guilt bedaubed with innocence

and milk the wine of sacraments

so god looked up

and i at her

and every word unspoken heard

but all the while

a schoolgirl smile

and guilt bedaubed with innocence

fallen again

you will wake up beautiful

and i’ll fall for you again

shake those dreams from your hair

let all my love rush in

the night is gone

the night is done

we’re naked for the day

come dress me love

caress me love

with kisses you have saved

you are here so beautiful

and i have fallen again

  hold on to me

  belong to me

let all my love rush in