falling for me,
is like a step backwards
off of a pier
with cement shoes
i'll just drag you under baby
while gasping
i love you too

I don't need you to tell me I have value

the full moon taunts me from above
like a frightened cop's flashlight
blinding, ready to pounce
"alone again, are you?" the moon scoffs
"yes," I reply
"by choice?"
"I'm a bit worn down, moon, to tell you the truth. I don't know if I'm capable of going out and pretending to be something I'm not anymore. I'd rather be by myself, honestly"
the moon pauses
and pauses some more
before it speaks
"then you shall become like me. viewed from another world, trapped in plain sight. although some find you beautiful, they'll never be able to touch you, to know you. I was once like you before I ended up here. it gets cold. enjoy being in the light of others. you don't need to be anything you're not. I sometimes wish I was the sun but there are things we can't become"

just on down from the edge of the horizon
on the cusp of a seam between midnight
and tomorrow a tied wire deliminates
white from black and wrong from right
left from left out dark from the other side of the moon
purple haze
from M&M;
from good & plenty
barbie dolls and Chevrolets from
GI Joes on ecstasy armed with grenades
exploded from ***** hands.

I rebound almost like a super ball
cocky
run up to strange girls all
justified
to get a lunch and laid
block
how I ain't got one cent
socks
***** I say **** it and next day
sleep in
when she's purring I go and set back her
clock
deep in this rhythm I tongue tie
em
rock
on,
get me some Patron
on baby's credit card
wrong or what?
I got not one cent.

I understood for a moment
and the moment was gone
only the eternal remained

a finite number of hands have touched this body
in anger, passion, comfort, reassurance
the investigations of a doctor
a few will touch the corpse, when cold and ready for burial
barring accidental and illness
for the solitary all touching is almost over