I wonder if                  she'll notice
I wonder
if she'll notice the many bitter black roses
that I painted gold with composure
when I noticed her little fractured
world was soaking,
Imploding


I wonder
I wonder if she noticed
The earth's rotation nine degrees to the right when I asked her, "How you doing?"
and she replied, "Just fine."
then smiled me a goodnight

Probably not
Coincidental

Gravity falls
sweep me up

Where's the mop?

Eat my metaphors.
Let 'em bubble up in your gut then
metamorph into hiccups wickeder than anything this side of the thicket has ever witnessed.

Preach from the streets,
no, belch from the bleachers about
how you heard from the greatest
and he said you could taste it.

I'm having tea with Life,
And his band of Disappointments.
They dine at my expense,
And they're a hungry bunch of guests.

Tea turned into Supper,
Where the Disappointments drank
My finest wine,
And Life wiped his cruel mouth
On my tablecloth.

You can't have supper without dessert,
So they ate up more of my
Food for thought.
And if you stay for dessert,
You may as well spend the night.
So they did
And burgled my pantry of hopes
For a midnight snack.

One night was lovely,
So Life cackled, "Why not stay two?"
And two turned to a week,
And a week turned into
My sickeningly merry guests
Moving into my dreams,
And inviting in Doubt,
To live with them too,
And of course
Pay no rent.

So I watch my chaotic household
Of a skull,
Where Life has made himself at home
And brought all of his friends.
I stare dully at my ruined
Dining room of thought,
Which they have dominated.
And look wearily for a spare idea
In my raided cupboards.

I've never been one
To evict friends,
So I suppose they're here to stay.
But learn a lesson from me,
And don't ever
Have Life over for tea.

Goodbye
Goodbye to the poems I once wrote about you
All the prayers I prayed just to see you
I step away from the door you never opened for me
My heart finally learned how to beat in normal pace whenever I see you
Even the songs about you start to mean nothing to me
The most painful part of my goodbye
Is saying goodbye to something that was never mine