Leave, left, leaving
I never felt the grass weaving
I never felt my skin peeling
off my shoulders and into my hands

Bent, break, breaking
I never left my hands shaking
I never held my throat, aching
down my spine and into the bedframe

Held, hold, healing
I never kept my knees kneeling
I never felt my mouth bleeding
off my chin and onto my chest

Heal, hell, heaving
I never slipped my hands, thieving
I never caught my feet leaving
off the grass and into the street

It's not even nine and you are already on my nerves,
yet here I go writing and sending you love poems
Something has to be wrong with me, I just know it
craving attention from you one second, hating you the other
Trying to make this into something, we both know it isn't
I have a craving for love, a need for it, but this is not it.

my fingers
talk to the
skin on your back
and your spine
says the wildest things
ive ever heard

A hellish heat
        Akin to love
               Dwells in my bossom
                       I breathe,

It grows
     Then erupts
           Shattering this world.


                                                            FEVER

When did sanity
Abandon me

When did all she wrote
Move on down the road

When did all worth living for
Cut this child's umbilical cord

When did better luck next time
Find the grass greener on the other side

When did child's play
Take root in much to late

Who put the cap back on the Genie in the bottle
And when did shoulda, cuolda, woulda replace outta

When did the doors we have
Become securely latched

And the other side of the tracks
When did they become the best we ever had