Monday, September 26, 2022

Leave

 Dropped the rings, the color 

soft pink- you're stealing 

my words, my love, 

and my skin, 

You rip it from my muscles, 

fingers gripping 

till I crack and bleed, 

my flesh the color of cruelty.






Wednesday, September 21, 2022

Wavelength

 maybe everyone I thought was my soulmate

was just a mirror image of myself

waving back at me 

and the way we speak is just 

a reference point, radios bouncing 

signals off each other



Silver Tongued Devil

 You can read me in an instant
your eyes like those of a soothsayer
my soul laid out and my heart
bleeding all over my bare feet
I'll play your game, wait on your name, 
and resist you all the same
Welcome back to earth,
my little clairvoyant, till when
can I turn away your prying intents
and your careful, softest
touches? 

Holidays

Your boyish question stirs
in my mind like the Atlantic 
on a December night, you
won't wait and I won't stay,

on Christmas morning I see
our green-eyed prodigy, 
I wake up wrapped in
flannel sheets, 

we are purest bliss

walk the farmlands,
fingers on the fences,
you make the money and

I'll raise the children,
four or five or ten.






Tuesday, September 20, 2022

Cadaverous

Please, laugh yourself away
With your speckled skin and brilliant
Baby blues, you need something new 

There's nothing fresh here, we are
An old story retold a thousand times
And the blood in our veins won't change 

You'll find out that I'm a torrential rain
On your graduation day, a downpour in
The bright light of May 

You'll realize I'm a perfect accident
Fleeting and final, I run from my pain
Like death is on my shoulders

You'll grow to know the truth of me
When I'm crying in the dark with your
Daggers in my chest, bleeding

And some other hand could seep in
Entwining, a rose climbing within
Thorns pressed to my skin. 











Alabaster Boys

Your eyes are empty and tired
Against the gray skies,
The misting rain is my
Hurt and broken, ruined passions

I laid down in the overflowing
Gutter of your love, your eyes were
Wet grass and summer oak,
I'll admit you might have been right

But only if you apologize
For pouring me out and
Crushing my soul with your
Ivory fingers and callous tongue

So why show up here?
Your white nose bridge is
A ghost's profile view,
Haunting me with cold.