how is it that the

only time

i feel right

is late at night when my blood

is thin and my fists are

tight and i’m

fading to

black

If there ever were a day
where fate determined what I’d say
my mouth would spit an endless song
with inhibitions on delay.

her eyes they’re shifting endlessly
like some unnerving wild sea
they’re turning backwards in her skull
to search a mind of mystery.

I pull some phrases from the midst
of words and letters, dips and twists
and out they flow, they will be missed
for to another’s ears they’re kissed.

He’s running wild, his feet are pounding
on the solid ground and sounding
like a well played raw-hide drum.

He hears the breathing growing fast
upon his neck, and then at last
twists and stumbles to the grass.

A glance behind his shoulder shows
no one around, and so he knows
he must be running from himself.

It must have been, his mind and body split
in half that night and when they hit-
combined again
he found himself,
and was again.

you will unexist in my mind, eventually
you fill find another place, away from me
and far behind

the place you used to lay beside, the baby spoon
my black balloon,
the one who gave it up too soon.

I am starving for that wonder-
that incessant crawl of tension.
 I must have forgot to mention
there is lightning to my thunder.

Like my hand above a candle,
red skin dancing in the light
burning dangerous all night
I find cold is hard to handle.

And my skin is growing bumps
and my teeth are drawing blood
and there’s every chance that I will freeze
and solidify this flood.

Inside of you there rests a tiny seed
the brightest green and curved just like the moon.
It never grew, it cased itself in greed
for all things cherished wither far too soon.

Putting you out I extinguish the burn I so often crave,
and peacefully wait to ignite you again. You have robbed my pockets bare,
stole my breath, and left me with nothing but ashes
and salty morning phlegm in the back of my throat.
I remember the first time you rested your slender tan tip on my lips,
and how I threw myself into a forced love affair from that moment on.
You did not want me and that’s why it ached, but stubbornness
runs in my family and I always dreaded I would turn into my mother.

i think its funny when you catch yourself smiling too wide.
maybe you’re afraid to look mirthful, or possibly weak.
your lips purse and your eyes shoot forward;
don’t come off so hard, you’re softer than the clouds.
and anyways, i love to see you smile.
i relish your flaws and savor imperfections.
i can’t help but gleam when you stumble and blush.
these shortcomings bind us and make us who we are,
if you were immaculate, i’d walk the other way.
sometimes when we kiss, our teeth scrape, a blunder of some sort.
maybe a miss of haphazard aim.
don’t ever stop laughing and teasing me.
don’t you ever doubt me, i love you completely.
sometimes i think of how much i want to wrap my arms around you and squeeze you so tight and never ever let go.

-2007

I got far to excited at the slam of a door
   anxiously awaiting the beat on the concrete
the steps, the gate, the glance, our meet.
      the shuffle of my hurried feet
to greet you with my arms and lips.
   but it wasn’t you, and now it seems
 I  find myself
               incomplete.

he gets me flowers,

i adore them til’ they wilt

and then love them still.

Ahem, my math final is done
and it was fucking loads of fun
hey that’s sarcasm, dontcha know
but shit I rocked my lit test though!

So here I sit, just took a shot
me and my roomie, lookin hot’,
we’re bout to light a danky bowl
and listen to some groovy soul.

The bestest way
to ease the day
is bestest friends, and mary-j.

In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -

And now We roam in Sovereign Woods -
And now We hunt the Doe -
And every time I speak for Him -
The Mountains straight reply -

And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow -
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through -

And when at Night - Our good Day done -
I guard My Master’s Head -
‘Tis better than the Eider-Duck’s
Deep Pillow - to have shared -

To foe of His - I’m deadly foe -
None stir the second time -
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye -
Or an emphatic Thumb -

Though I than He - may longer live
He longer must - than I -
For I have but the power to kill,
Without—the power to die—

currently studying of her stuff in my American Lit class. always a favorite.