I want to taste
patience
from the palm of
your hand
& I would wrap
determination
around my finger to
remind me that
wherever the grass is
growing
won't always be
greener

& when you lock
your lips with
mine

I get this *****
urge to become
cleaner

I am perched upon a
ledge of absolute
indifference
& very little alcohol
money's tight and I haven't
put up much of a
fight
to melt these mindless
thoughts down
into words

when will it come?
how will it come?
will it even come at all?

I want to make it come
to ride atop the
embodiment of creativity
crashing & moaning
sighing & stopping


but my body only
rests with the
sky
& he's a far better
lover
than poetry could ever
dream to
be

his eyes spark a
life -- hell,
they ignite courage
that I never thought would
come

from me




so let it come

its probably about time
I wrote in this ****** thing
or bothered to write
at all

I had an eyelash on my fingertip
& no clue what to wish
for

you are fast asleep in the
submarine
& you told me I hadn't
had much time for
silence
so I poured a margarita
& listened to you
breathe

my house is clean
but I fear I'm no
longer a
dream machine
instead dancing on the pinpoint
of stability

where did my soul go
if I've had
one?
we're both in the know
& we're both on the
run

is it all in the crook
of your bones
or used up to keep
from being
alone?

when was the last time
I ever did spend on
my own?

mismatched jigsaw
pieces
& burdens to
atone


I must be better
without being bitter
I must be better
without being bitter


I must be better
without being bitter.

I nearly wrote in the year
as "2010"
where is my mind
once again?


tangled up in bed sheets
& the mess of his
hair
his scarf smells like an
old house
& cold mountain air


he arrived with
bare feet
a pharmacy in his
backpack


I kissed his clammy
forehead
& traced my fingers
down his
back

come and dive into my
aching bedspread
& I promise I'll give you
room for a proper
rest

your chest is pulsing
symphonies
in coordination with my
left breast

& your tongue is ever
as clever as
the weather of which
I possess

I hope that one day
you'll believe my
breathless
finesse



& I'll kiss the pain
and pleasure from
the aching in
your chest

the room with the
big oak table
is filled with windows
& she always keeps them
open to borrow a
breeze
from the warm countryside

the house always smells like
a summer rain
& he always kisses her
neck
when she sits on the
kitchen counter

the music is always
just low enough
to quietly swell the love she keeps
deep within her
bones

oh
he makes her feel
like home

where the city can't
cast enough
color


& the stars aren't so
alone

basorexic beauty
truck limousines for hire
I use the rain to
drive away
& I still can't calm
the fire
nestled deep within
my sigh

let's sleep beneath
Louisiana sky

I'll sing to you in
French
as we walk down
Bourbon Street
we'll dance our way
into Metairie
until we cannot find
our feet
amongst the life
within the
night

& we'll rest underneath
warm Southern
starlight