I am not built for love
I can't keep you warm
The fireplace in my chest
Is soaking wet

From the water that drips
Through my moonlit
Jagged holes

Beautiful to you
In some long forgotten way
You won't stay
In a rain stained skeleton

A visitor in a museum
I'll make a pretty photo
For you to look back on

When you go
All that will remain will be
Trampled leaves and high ceilings
A shadow in the trees

I'm so angry at you
For what you do to me

As if you could ever see
How I've become so blurry

Trying & failing to meet
You're watery priorities

I'm black & white baby
And you're making my ink bleed

We ride down streets I don't know
With Spanish rock on the stereo

The street lamps are strange shades
I close my eyes as everything fades

I think of all the things I want to be
All the women I could see

You can call me before I go to sleep
And I'll listen to your voice through my dreams

My moonlight girl is sleeping.

She finds me in my daydreams,
she creeps in and quickly leaves me.

She tells me she loves me- while I am unconscious.

I haven't heard her but I can read it in the smoke she leaves.

I can feel it in the wet lust that hangs in the air,
the sweet dew evaporating from my thighs.

I miss her when she is waking.

who knows where
love goes
when it disappears

maybe it just leaks out
of holes in people's
hearts and collects

perhaps somewhere
there is a Great Lake
of mingled lost loves

each missing
the lovers
who lost them

each hoping
to be found
and held close
again

   ~mce

the hippies called
the puerto ricans
spics
the puerto ricans
called the hippies
cabrones

not much love
there
but mostly
they got along

sharing the dirt
and hopeless
avenues

i knew a girl
with long legs
and longer hair
who stood barefoot
on the corner of
110th Street and
Lexington Avenue
selling flowers

she only had
one gift to give
and she gave it

and in the rain
her petals
washed down
the gutters

and magically
made the streets
clean again

   ~mce