Was your voice an illusion,
That haunted me, like a ghost?
Was your touch just the morning breeze,
That tickled my eyelashes and woke me up?
And were your eyes just puddles,
Left over from the rain,
That dried out from the summer sun?
Because it was like one second you were there,
And you were anything and everything,
And all that was in between.
I could see you, and you were the moon.
And now it looks as if you’ve disappeared,
But I’m still here,
Clinging to the ragged ends you’ve left behind.
So were you ever there at all?
Or, maybe,
You were just a fragment of my mind,
That shattered when you left.

You are the vapor
that escapes my lungs
and the clashing
of two confused tongues

A woman like the sea -
So strong and full of life
Yet every bit as calming.
Even through the crashing waves,
Reducing sails to shrapnel,
Tumbling and ruined,
The next day she murmurs,
Calm and playful.
The livelihood of all.

And I her shore -
Always steadfast, always faithful,
Yet not without my jagged edges,
Lifeless, unforgiving tracts,
But tenfold open spaces
Waiting for the tide.
Yet no matter how unmoving,
With time, and her most gentle grace,
The tallest mountains turn to valleys.

And though the two are so opposed,
The one cannot exist apart:
What is a shore without his sea,
But barren, empty land, alone?
And what is ocean without land
But unforgiving, cold, and formless?

Oh, to have a woman like the sea.

Tomorrow I will wake up with puffy eyes,
examine them in the mirror,
thoughts of tonight swirling back,
push it all away.
Splash my face with cold water, that won’t work.
Two spoons in the freezer, hold them against my swollen red baby browns
and there I will sit—sad, sullen, sore.
I already know that
Tomorrow I will wake up with puffy eyes.

Who the Hell wants to
Go off to Heaven?
Think about it please:
If you had to spend
All eternity
With “goody two shoes”,
And “zipped up virgins”,
And “pious *******”,
Always putting on
Thick sweaters of wool
Cause there ain’t no heat,
Playing “Yahtzee” and
“Old Maid” and “Go Fish”
And “Bingo” and “Red
Rover Red Rover”
Send the next bore on
Over! You’d pray and,
Oh my dear, you‘d wish
To come down to Hell
Where the party’s at!
By the time Heaven
Starts serving soda
Water and broccoli
Oh my dear you’ll crave:
***** Linguini
A full Trough of Sloth
A Southern Wrath Wrap
Greed’s mead, Peppered Pride
Glutton’s Mutton and
Sweet Envy’s Smoothie.
Can you live with just
Holding their cold hand?
Sitting on some cloud,
Gazing and never
Feeling or touching?
Never burning, nor
Experimenting?
This is blunt, but think,
This is where all the
Interesting folks
Go! Laughter? Its here!
Debauchery? Here!
Creativity!
Ingenuity!
We are what made life,
LIFE! Think about it!
Has obedience,
Has docility,
Has simplicity,
Has submission changed
This world? This universe?
A wise man, once said
“If heaven is where,
“Nice” folks like you go,
Then its surely hell
That I’d rather know”
Here is the freedom!
Here are the cool kids!
Why starve in the light,
When in the dark there’s
Every delight and
Every single thing
Enjoyed throughout life?

I am the wick in your paraffin.
Watch me burn as you melt away.
At least I can keep you warm
while I'm around.

I have made you soft,
But you've made me hot
And then cold.

You have made me brighter,
But I've made you young,
And then old.

So, you the wax,
And I the wick,
Can rest and cool,
Now that we are unlit.

I was the wick in your paraffin,
Watch me fade as you melt away.
At least I had kept us warm
While I was around.

The problem is that
when I sleep I
lay like you're already
here

Come, lie down with me.
Kiss me softly
hold my self
then you enter me
(and I in you)
but quickly, please
the dance, the dance
it frightens me
I'll stave you off
for fear of it.
but when you enter in...
you stay a while with me
and while you stay
I chance upon another world
the world i do love best.
but you are
the worst bedfellow
for in the morn
I'll always find you gone.