she fell too
fondly into fortune's
sweet dreaming
& sequestered us
to the cold

that toybox heart
birthed and bred from
clay
was left out far
too long to
mold

& the flies began to
take hold


there exists a
stark contrast between
what is deemed
brave
& what's bold

they say she'll fight
fate just not to
fold

you'd never believe it,
baby but those
tears?



they're solid
gold.

some days I dream this
place vacant
so there's room for us
to waltz

some days I can't help
but feel that I'm
at fault

for more than what
I gave you in
a look

honey, you read
me by the
book

& I'm too lonely to let go
of all I know in time
will turn to
ashes

but we're much too
far gone past
this

so I'll dream
& you'll dream and
we'll both never
sleep

& maybe someday you'll
find me there
just in
time


to swim with me in
the deep

I want a man
who chooses to
hold conversation
using only the power
of his eyes

& I want to call it
mine

I want a man
who picks wildflowers
to stick them
within the ribbon on
my long-brimmed
black hat

& I want him as my
habitat

I want a man
who creeps up to
kiss my neck as I wash
dishes, singing of
magic

& I want to bathe in
the static

but

I want a man
who doesn't stare into
my fierce gaze to tell
me he doesn't want
to leave
this ******* bar,
but he does anyway

& I want to break his
casual sway

I want a man
who doesn't twist my
heart to turn my
head around
when I know **** well
he's already gone

& I want jukebox bitter
songs

I want a man
who doesn't remind me
that hope is a
dangerous thing to
have

& I want what I can
never


I came long enough
to see the
truth

I left soon enough
to know it isn't
you.

midsummer rain
wept onto the
tall grass
that hid all of what
we knew
was haunting us

his breath graced
my neck
& I melted and molded
into a barefoot
slow dancer
on a hardwood porch

as if he'd laced something
into
his sigh

they say poison
inhibits
a rational mind

but they tell you that
you should have
known better


than to allow your
soul
to unwind

born under a spring moon
one might be quite surprised
that his sun sings an aries tune
‘cause you can’t see it in his eyes

& his hands are far too gentle
for such a raging fire sign
his voice too sentimental
to be temperamentally aligned

he speaks about the years to come
as if Scripture had set it in stone
yet I’d always felt life’s beating drum
persuade me to just die alone

I suppose the future will speak for its own
if the stubborn miss jupiter can be overthrown

"the world is
a conveyor
belt"

mentality has stricken
with force
today
& I'm struggling
to cope


we could all be
packed like
sardines;
destination: incinerator


& I would still feel
more alone
than I ever have
in my life

I heard a man
cry out one
day,

"for what reason
does she
burn?"

& thought if the poor soul
had to ask

he'll be sorry when
he learns

for from that depth
one never quite

returns