April 2012
6 posts
Tripping
She’s whispering, “give
into me,” knowing
full well that
you’re in too
deep. Knowing full
well she’s stolen
your sleep. Along
with your thoughts
and desires. Sitting
next to her
skin on fire
she’s driving you
nowhere fast with
her left foot
propped on the
dash. All four
windows rolled down
in the middle
of December. She’s
out of gas...
Paraffin
Candle wax drips
from her eyes on fire
as she melts
through ten fingers
you’re gripping
round the parts
that haven’t yet been burned.
As the flames flicker faster
you pull her body closer
hoping to shed light
on a story
you’ve been trying to translate
in the dark.
Her wing is broken so she
whimpers through the night but if you
set the bone she might
fly away so...
Fingers Crossed
i was drinking
excuse me, writing
and you came up
i mean, across
my thoughts
as i crossed a t
and then again when i dotted an i
i’m too far gone to tell lies…
you’re crossing all the time
like x’s in my mind
‘cus i can’t erase this story
or even finish the chapter
flipping through the pages
searching for a period
we blame it on the heart
but i...
Vicious Circularity
giving up one thing
for another
and calling it
rehab
a machine
living off puffs
of poison
and caffein
repeating sermons
by heart
with no heart
as uncertain as that
three-legged
pedestal
teetering underneath your
borrowed shoes
everybody’s waiting for january 1st
to lie to themselves again
standing in the refrigerator light at midnight
swearing that Monday will be...
