She makes me go on to dirty places
Her smile leaves me contagious
Open to all sorts of infectious agents
Antibiotics raging
... and unfazing.
And then the plague hits
In the shape of a sun dress
Filled out in all the right places
It's outrageous
Amazing
Maybe life-changing
Sets me on a downward spiral
Like a train derailing.
Vital signs failing
Limbs splayed and flailing
Until I find myself, kneeling and wailing
Until I find myself, kneeling and wailing
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
My emo
I hang on poetry like a crutch
All the things I'd do but don't have the guts
Hang like broken legs on the words
As if I could live my coward's life in a verse.
All the things I'd do but don't have the guts
Hang like broken legs on the words
As if I could live my coward's life in a verse.
Just say no
That was never my goal.
It's not like it really matters
But I thought you should know.
Every once in awhile we choose secrets to show
And I chose.
And I showed.
Because I thought it was something you might like to know
And now it's not like you simply said "no"
No, no, no, it's that you've said nothing at all.
If there was but the slightest bit of hope
You would have let it show
You could have at least said, "Hello,
I'm sorry, but no."
But no...
What blissful warmth that rejection would hold.
The silence is so cold.
And frankly, it's starting to get old.
It's not like it really matters
But I thought you should know.
Every once in awhile we choose secrets to show
And I chose.
And I showed.
Because I thought it was something you might like to know
And now it's not like you simply said "no"
No, no, no, it's that you've said nothing at all.
If there was but the slightest bit of hope
You would have let it show
You could have at least said, "Hello,
I'm sorry, but no."
But no...
What blissful warmth that rejection would hold.
The silence is so cold.
And frankly, it's starting to get old.
la tromperie de soi
Our legs all tangled like rope
Just how I like it
And my arm cascades down the cliff of your stomach
Like a human waterfall.
And I saw that it was good.
The bed is too hot, and we've kicked off the covers
And we're writing poems we can't show our mothers
My hand runs down your leg and I've written another
I smile in the dark as you barely shudder
Just how I like it.
Somewhere in the darkness I'm stuck on a verse
But kisses and eyelashes bring out the words
Heartbeats like hollowpoints bursting the dark
I hum sappy songs like you've stolen my heart.
Just how I like it
And my arm cascades down the cliff of your stomach
Like a human waterfall.
And I saw that it was good.
The bed is too hot, and we've kicked off the covers
And we're writing poems we can't show our mothers
My hand runs down your leg and I've written another
I smile in the dark as you barely shudder
Just how I like it.
Somewhere in the darkness I'm stuck on a verse
But kisses and eyelashes bring out the words
Heartbeats like hollowpoints bursting the dark
I hum sappy songs like you've stolen my heart.
de noche
A candle flutters by the bed
A sigh of smoke and breath of red
It flashes shadows on her breast
A silver screen of her, undressed
I feel her breath upon my tongue
And cheekbones rosy on my thumb
The candle sets much like the sun
And smoke whisps fly to greet the moon.
We send them off with stifled moans.
A sigh of smoke and breath of red
It flashes shadows on her breast
A silver screen of her, undressed
I feel her breath upon my tongue
And cheekbones rosy on my thumb
The candle sets much like the sun
And smoke whisps fly to greet the moon.
We send them off with stifled moans.
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