My Beloved, your empathy is infinite
It is a bag of compassion that never runs out.
At the rarest of moments when it’s empty
When I am undeserving
Your silence is louder, there is always plenty.
Forgive my life of avarice that rips your strings!
But…how can a hole make one whole Beloved?
For your leaks endlessly trickle like a stream
Soothing desolate lands into meadows
And yet miraculously, there you still are
In the headwaters!
My Beloved, how bountiful is your empathy?
It’s a bag of compassion that never runs out.

Your imperfection enticed me
Your delicacy melted my heart
Full of sin and blemish, I fell in love with you.
Your pride disgraced my honor
I withered like a dead flower before you
You spit your venom and spite at my face,
I succumbed to your impudence.

You captured my heart and squeezed blood out of it
You ground my audacity and snorted it like a drug.
Filled with depravity, you bewitched me
I fell in love with you.
I cracked, like an ancient wall
Before your profane presence

You are as hopeless as life itself but you are my faith,
You are not worthy of worth but my being values you
With your flame all burned out, I fell in love with you
Having washed out my life, you left
I lost myself in you.

I looked for you with tiger eyes; a day, a month, a year
I sniffed around the earth like a hungry wolf, to locate your scent
My ears were pulled up like a cat in case I heard your strides
I walked and walked, I ran and ran,
But I couldn't find you

Then I found someone who said you were gone for good
You left the world with displeasure and that displeasured me.
But I want you to know, when I depart this life,
I long to come to hell…so I can be with you
Then you will see me for who I was and
Be satisfied.
And that… will satisfy me.

Shipwreck lost in the sea
With treasures and secrets
And old companions
What did you do
To make the ocean mad?
Shipwreck lost in the sea
Broken and scattered
And forgotten
What did you say to the ocean,
To anger it so?
O Ship of Life
Don’t you know the ocean has pride?
Did mother not tell you?
Why did the waves hate you
And shower you with floods of salt?
Shipwreck lost in the sea
How could you not have known
That the ocean is proud
How could she not tell you
That it hates mockery?

I know that there’s a God
We have met in solid form.
In the early morning he was a peach
He was an orange in the afternoon
But he is full of surprises
For he was in the evening, an avocado.
Yesterday he approached me
From the hands of a gentle friend to mine
In the form of a kiwi
I am not certain of tomorrow
But no doubt he will be a melon
Or a ripe papaya.
There is a good God
If you could only savor fruits
You will see that he means well.

Twixt here and horror
the path is littered with
chapped lips and broke-down transmissions.
Mandatory overtime.
That itty-bitty “but for this” was enough
to cleave my soul in twain, but
not right down the middle, no,
since it would represent a minor mercy
to be blessed with
some sense of congruity
in times like these.
Instead, what remains is
a big half and
a small half and
the big half eats the small half and
is left invariably lonely and sad and
filled with regret for this
lack of impulse control.
That **** is ******* me up, man,
its ******* me up.
Reserve your judgment.
Please.

One need only look to the four winds
to find four frowns;
eight sad eyes
straining to see
through stained glass tears.
The man said "I die daily" but
he didn't have a constant stream of
status updates
to maintain.
I define myself daily.
Being special has
thus far
not protected me from
the unbearable weight
of today.
All of the analog cigarettes and
old fashioned daydreams
in the world
cannot save me now.
If I'm not seen
am I really here?
Heavy hearts and weary heads
reside respectively in the chests and on the necks
of everyone I encounter.
The gas station attendant
feels empty and
is bereft of a sense of irony.
The world ends
not with bang OR whimper,
but
with a deep and baleful sigh...
with a deep and baleful sigh...
with a deep and baleful...

She was wild like skinny dipping at midnight, stars watching overhead and falling in love with moonlight. The way it lay upon her skin made the ocean envious of her depths within and sometimes between us. She was my sister, not in blood but in orbit. A Venus to my Earth, forged from the same collapsing star and if the universe was in fact to be infinite then this moment would happen again, and again, and again an immeasurable number of times. I found comfort in this thought, knowing though our existence was meaningless, it was still full of feeling, and this feeling, right now, it insisted on existing forever.

i told her
from the start
I’m breaking
your heart