We have matching marks
Where paint stains pretty faces
Bright eyed crazy folk
Expelling laughs and chasing stiff laces
We fill poison kitchens with songs
And beg the earth to sing along
Love abandoned us at birth,
But we seem to get along.

I can't even be honest creatively anymore.
She killed him.
I miscarried.
There's a poem in here somewhere,
I just can't tell it to you.

Two weeks ago
The longest trip in my life tapered into calm reality.
Three years of
Craving
And crying
And loving you
The 'sick' way ended.

Life looks so much different
On the wall
Than in a picture

If you knew about my P.D.
And how I still undertake a fifty hour work week.
I graduated early.
I even smile a strangers now, dzia dzie.
We still miss you.
I still hurt.
But life got better.
**Actually ******* better

My voice is soulful gravel
Cleansing crystal
Grinding in my throat
Wailing, whining out
Hoon's Great Escape.

You traced your words in sadness, dear
You dotted 'i's with fear
You casted spells and wondered how you called those demons here
*But I do not want those things again