i saw him in the hallway this morning,
his head was bowed down.
though i don't know what he's looking at
or why his eyes were glued to the ground,
i know from before that they were deep-set brown.

At the place we used to go when we wanted to feel free, I carved her name on the wall of stone coated with mossy green, and marked my initials with a message underneath that reads:

*If you ever see this, I hope you have forgotten me

Im getting tired
of dreaming about you;
But if it stopped I would
Beg God
Or the Devil himself
to bring your face
Back to my subconscious
Your warm
And angsty vibration
Rippling into mine
Counteracting each other
Into blissful comfort
The synaptic lightning bolts
Flushing my cheek
As we dance upon
Mid summers nightmares
Pushed and pulled
Into
Particles and
Millions of emotions
Your deep eyes capture
The essence of these
Cascading
Visions
Your smell
Permeates the pillow
Until REM  is
Suddenly shocked into
Reality
By the
Beeping
The buzzing and humming
Of reality
Cold
Radiates through my veins
My grade A
******
The last drop
Escapes back
Into the subconscious
I curse your visits
And yearn for one more

I have to fill my lungs with cigar smoke.
                                                                    
                                            There can't be a drop left in the bottle at my feet.

                                      I just want to be...
                                                          
                                                             okay.


Though, in time,
                   I know everything
                                           will be alright
                                                          and I will smile
                                                                            at the universe,


I still taste the good parts of you on my tongue.

                                   I still feel your venom coursing through my veins.


                                            ...and I want you out.


I need to flush my body
until no trace
of your
ghost
remains.

The Guadalquivir river
Flows between orange and olive.
Two rivers of Granada
Come down from snow to wheat field.

Ah, Love, the unreturning!

I like to believe I have control
Over the fleeting spark
The ripple of disturbances
Over the air waves
But
We both know
It can’t be
Undone