In between my plow synthesizing into swords
and my daily meditation medications
I took a trip out of my way
to the other side of town
and shook the hand of my lovers lover
there was no greater joy
then the grip of flesh his and mine
and our eyes setting into a blend
entangling into each other like
a night of nigh drunk passion
and in that moment
I didn't hear a thing,
my screams of contempt
the beating of my headache
my throat screaming for vengeance
and my heart sped up
my heart beat took off until spent
then for the first time in a tear filled week
I felt nothing
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 6:19 PM UTC
You know how to say all the perfect
words in perfect order spoken with the
broadest of dialects
and just when to pause and ask
"does this hurt yet?"
Our time doesn't exist
and it probably never did
But I still brunt the words out
from in between my teeth
out of my coup de grace verbatim
and watch them sink at sea
I don't know that a noun exists in this language
and I know you would not waste a second
to translate it or to write me back
or talk me down
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 5:18 PM UTC
Sweat, sweat, beg, beg, shut up
Is anything I say ever going to be enough?
If I wrote lines in the sand every time I thought
this would there be any script or 'scape
If this is a break, or is it broke why does it feel like so much
work
If all I wanted was what I couldn't pry nor plead my way
into would you still be so shut
If this is what three word phrases feel like what would it
fell like to hear im done
If sand was blood and water was blood and blood was blood
would you still be so aneimic
If I layed on the beach making sand castles and eating
sea life and drinking *** would It ever be enough
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 9:36 PM UTC
Did you see that?
He broke a mans sternum
he never rests nor tires
he drinks martinis with flair
he drives all the fastest cars
and
he didnt even rest
he went through 33 bad men
he went through a case of ***
he had all the girls on his lap
That was good
I feel like **** now though
Ill never have the girls
Ill never be without fear
Im alone
Im a coward
Ill never drive a porsch
Ill never have abs
I am poor
I am obese
Did you see that?
That was good
But now I feel like ****
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 8:54 PM UTC