Even though we’re leagues apart
Measure my heartbeats by ear, sir
Part these waters from my tears
Tell me that you can tell the difference
I know that you’ll leave me as soon as I can
Need someone, anyone, anything, something
Empathizing with me is worthless; I can’t feel
Surely you must see my pain growing
Surely you must hear my heart breaking
Like an explosion;
In slow motion, a tidal wave crashes
This ironclad vessel beginning to thrash
The corroded bolts past their toll
Give way exposing the hull
Capsizing the flood gates,
Negating promise of a safe harbor ashore
Amidst the panic and commotion
Together we sank, into the ocean;
Sailing the high seas of impassion
I was impassive, &
Like an anchor
Love plunged to unimaginable new fathoms
Dragging us down;
Perilously we claw hand over fist
The sorrows we drown
Adrift the turmoil and wreckage
Bubbles ascend toward the surface
(Spluttered echoes of our last choked hopes)
Water fills our lungs expunging the air
I daresay, its the end;
so take away my breath baby
Death is only the beginning
Shallow water blackout,
There's no turning back now,
Let's die as we lived
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
There we were, you & me
Dining on lobster
in Davy Jones' locker
Love poems rot,
The sensical knots.
I tie, overflowing, the dread.
The Pickwitkin Heavy,
The Verveberry Wedding.
Such shanks, still stuck in my head.
My memories loosen,
The Stopshift Tallcluesen,
Cut to myself dreaming in red.
Full throttle forward,
I'll sail ever toward,
My untying your knots from my bed.
Waves washing over me cleanse my soul.
Salt-soaked sand glues itself
to my skin,
it clears the cobwebs in my cluttered mind.
Anchoring back near the coast
is my ultimate goal.
Reaching others through my words
with the help of my
In quiet, you sneak in.
The hairline fractures in my skull
let you in to your second home
and you graffiti your name
on the gray matter inside.
Your laugh ripples through the air
when I stand in the grocery store
because you know I counted the 16 items
the short lady in front of me carries
when the sign asks for a limit of 12.
States away, I pass you on streets,
eyes down and shoulders slumped,
your shaggy hair lifted by the breeze.
You vanish when I turn around,
but I always turn around.
If I am a raft, you are a gale.
Tremendous and gray
you engulf me and dash me on the rocks.
I can't escape because I crave
being lifted high by your waves
even though I know I will fall down again.
I am trapped in you.
I don't want any more nights of wanting you
or checking my phone for missed messages.
I want to breathe without your permission
and live without the bulk of seeing you again.
I want to wake up with the sun above me
and the stars below me
while not missing what I never had.
I want to give you up,
but I don't know if I can.
She calmly unlocks the front door
as the wind flings the screen
through wild tantrums. She droops down
into her dusted rocker, pushing
with her lavender heels to start the sway.
Her sole taps softly,
as the chair creaks onto fallen lacquer
and the porch plays in discord
through dancing lace.
Interwoven hands lie atop her lap
in a sea of navy with floral ships
at its surface. Silver strands
fall from her clouded bun
and a few locks float past her sunken shoulders.
With jaded eyes she looks at the corner
to a poor table, where a cold candle
peaks among a grassy field of melted wax
riddled with burnt fuses.
And near the candle, a dusted white hat
remains anchored to the wooden surface.
She can still smell the stale cigar smoke
lingering in the room. “He’ll be here soon,”
she thinks as her daze slowly sets in.
The world seems quiet
as she fills her eyes with sleep
and the chair continues its march.
Her hands unlock from their grasp
and the screen door gently knocks.