thick laughter and full bellied countries
and oceans between us, but messages
in bottles helped alleviate the tetchy loneliness
white gold wine, paul mitchell shampoo
velvet scented, beguiling homesickness
in this neon sadness the february rain dumps
victim of starry angel teeth, sinking into my skin
dirt is flower rust, love is southern gothic
miles are scars along the wires and satellites
creeping treacle blues.

Will you build a paper town with me?

Not like a landmark on a copywrited map,
but like a haven for our transparent hearts.
We'll make armour out of discarded parts,
and I'll fight gallantly for your love.
We can fold the edges, and bend the lines;
we can race the shadows and chase the time,
sculpting refuge from the bitter cold
of a rigid, solemn, dreamless world.
At night, the moon will guard us,
with a jealous kind of grudge,
grieving when you handle me,
envious of your touch.
The sun will rise to mourn me,
and lay you down in fields of dust,
as we paint the town with every colour
of our infinite, utopian love.

when i swallowed your pill
it scorched my throat
i couldn't swallow for a year

my voice was hoarse
i couldn't speak
and i realized my greatest fear

i decided not to revenge myself
no that's not my style
i concluded you needed my help
to relieve some earthly burdens for awhile

the next time you ask for a light
from the ranks of anonymity
i will belch fire per your request
into the general proximity

you won't have to wax your upper lip anymore
and those tweezers can be retired
just consider it a kind deed from a friend
no thanks required