Your hellos are as meaningless as my goodbyes

For there is much beauty in arson - it is blind and love is blind and all id

But beauty is no longer in the eye of the beholder it lies behind the doer it is nice to be in love but uncomfortable to be loved

It is not in our blood to be loved you ask? Not if a blind man doesn't love back

My love, I'm burning down your temples. I am blind.

You need not look to the skies and see who we all are. You need not but be my saint, my lord. We are our own religion.

Need not burn for we are all half-unsmoked cigarette butts and I am waiting for my great wind to be lit

She was once solid
Determined to get the highest marks:
#1 in her class, trying to exceed all expectation

Medicine was her dream; okay with dead bodies and curious as to how they got that way

She came to this country to find something

She was solid
Community college was too expensive
And her bulging belly preceded her whimsical marriage

Her two children, she loved dearly for a good portion of time

Her husband, not so, not faithful, not whole was her love for him; he was all she couldn't be he was solid

She came to every PTA meeting and every class trip
Too attached

She was liquid
She became those around her, those moms at PTA meetings

Sneaking liquor on school busses heading to Disney World; pretending they love their hardworking husbands
And leaving their children

She began to have other aspirations
Dead people didn't fancy her anymore, sanguine faces was all she knew
She was liquid

She let her children go, so young, so foolish
Not whole

The oldest was most appalled and began to act out by not acting out

The oldest was locked away for a bit; the youngest still loved her mothet so sweetly, so faithfully

She was clay
Her friends-which change every year or so
Have molded her
And she is solid

I met you in the spring or the winter or sometime in early March
I was a bit afraid I suppose
It was a Monday or a Tuesday or some other day of the week (I didn't really care)
I didn't really care about you and I still don't but I met you

You left me on a Sunday or a Wednesday (I am sure of either or)
I kind of care because I was still waiting for that greyhound bus on that busy intersection
I was looking for my glasses at home when I got the phone call
It was over like the ******* police arrested you or somethin' because a day ago you had wanted to marry me or somethin'
But ******* it people change so quickly and I can't keep up with it and I don't want to hear these things

I'm still waiting for that bus

Let me kiss you in
The halcyon. You are much
More than just chaos.

I am religious
Not because I fast or pray
But because I act

In your perspective
I am nothing but a sound.
I am fading, fast.

I'm told to just for-
Get you. I'm told to let go.
Need a distraction