And I am just a fool
In a robe
With a gavel
And the power to take your life away.
And you are just a soul
In a body
In a suit
In a chair
In a court house,
Sweating.
And my mind
Is just matter
Resting in fluid
In a bony shell
Recalling experiences
Generating signals
Connecting synapses,
Speculating the reasons
For your
Poor judgement.
And you
Sit up straight
Back arched
Hands together
Upon your lap
Hair tickling your nose
You won't touch
For hours.
And I
Will make
No
Decision today.

Bank wide,
Swerve left,
Avoid those open ended statements.
Steer clear,
Of those monumental days,
Of pauses,
Where life decisions are made.
Of sideways glances,
And images stamped
Upon old lover's faces,
Who realize they've fallen out of love.

Disappointments bitter stain,
I feel it eating through positivity,
festering beneath a grumbling tummy,
I feel it,
But I do not want to feel.
I am aware,
But I want to sink down through the covers,
Until the bed sits above me hovering,
And no one knows I'm down here.
No one can watch me,
Judge me,
Dictate what they think,
I must be feeling,
What I must have done to deserve this punishment.
Down here,
I want **** to cold cement floor
Down in the bed's depths.
I want to feel the crumbs between my fingers,
As I maneuver myself into fetal position.
I want to hear each tear resonate as it crashes.
I want it so cold that tears burn my cheeks,
Freeze on the way down,
And cut like glass,
Just so that I can feel my tears are justified.

Love and lust
Share a common goal
But attack with different strides.
One leaps,
One slithers,
Both plead,
Both gravel,
Neither lies,
Nor listens,
Yet both will fail.
Since love and lust both find
That there are no quick resolutions.
No absolute solutions.
No
Happy
Endings.
Only temporary fixes
To never-ending problems
Within themselves.

They search
And search,
And all that arises is
Desire for contempt.

Now I have to ask,
“Have you found the cure?”
“To what?” They scold.
“To the common cold,
The sickness of perceived loneliness
And fear of solitude,
The endless search
For that one individual
Who’ll fulfill all your needs
Whole-heartedly.”
“And what
Could be wrong
With that?”
“Delusions, False-hopes, and self-deception to start…
But don’t forget about your heart,
It loves you.
And it
Believes you.
And settled within the comforts of your skin
And the sound of your breathing,
It has faith in you.”

"When you can't sleep,
Write poetry.
When you can't write,
Sleep.
When you can't do either,
It's time to dance away
The fear of strikingly crude words on paper.
The fear of dreams that foretell futures.
The fear that questions asked
Are not dismissed, but answered,
Honestly.
Dance away brief moments of distain.
Dance in the night's waves of raindrops,
Dance in the wind's minute synapses,
These moments are eternal
Within the mind."

The cave man always remembers who his girls are.
He always drags them home, and
He always has room for plenty more.
He always leaves the boulder ajar and
Always tucks his girls in at night.
He always means what's right, yet
He always leaves from time to time
Always locking them out of sight.
He always cares, but never tries,
To keep his girls alive.

I hope you won't
Wear wind chimes that always annoy the cat,
Or wear that ring, you single gal,
Or wear your box of shame,
Or wear that smile.

I hope you won't
Wear a look of exchanged stabbings,
Or wear an open-hearted pendant,
Or wear anything at all,
And certainly not that one red dress.