She's more of a poet
'cause she went to school for it,
and she tastes sweet in the morning,

and in the evening,

sunlight filters through her
and lights up that slice of lemon
that I love so much.
I think I'll have a writer -

on the rocks.

Every time I come home,
my room smells like *** in the summer,
and it sounds like the vinyl is still under the needle.
Best album of two thousand and nine.

Best album of all time.

Sand between our toes,
we wrote prose
on a filthy mattress but
roses never grew here.

And they never will.

There was something about us though,
something that had a feverish pulse
behind it.  I'd say it was something to
do with the way we have of never putting
a cheap laugh below us. I think it has
something to do with resilience but I'm not sure.
Humming trite voicings of things we'd heard
in the backseat of our fathers' cars, radios on,
you use to tell me to flash the turn signal,
in the black of night, just so you could make sure
we were alive. Dry, but at least alive.
A little beacon to justify us,
and just defy them.


Whiskey,
come over
here and
kiss me.

C'mon
Corinthian,
keep me
company!

Set this manuscript
to music and dance for me!

i want to see you come
hear the noises you make
feel your body tense
next to mine
your hands in my hair
head thrown back
eyes closed
mouth agape
your pink lips invite me
to swallow your oxygen
with my kiss
it is so pretty, to me
to experience
your vulnerability
in the secret place
between my blankets
but more than anything
i want to give it to you
give you anything you need

Boy,

She's
got you
all *******
again.

Just.
Bound.
Once more.

To her
infernal-eternal,
heart breaking
beauty.

Witch, she possesses.
you,
to play the pawn
in her *****'s game.

Like a champ.

But will you really be winning?

When you find all-o-those,
***** little secrets.

She has hidden in her black-lace-*******.

All you'll ever be
Is something I've built you into
Dying for our sins
On your kitchen counter cross

Leaking liquor
Those stigmata wounds
Your shattered pulse melting into my hand

Your deafening presence
Best paired with silence
Begging, my eyes
Bring your pleas to the floor
With my knees

Marlboro lipstick
Just like arsenic
Lust laced with cyanide
Kiss me and you're crucified

Just like Christ
With your sinful, selfish sacrifice
All you'll ever be
Is something I've built you into

A plain woman in a checkered dress
Trapped on a windy hill
With a man whose every thought
Was crops and cows and bad weather coming,

You cooked every meal on time,
Served lunches exactly at 12:00
When the hands aligned.

You drove "flagger,"
moving trucks and tractors
From field to field,
Raised two boys and two girls
To be God-fearing citizens,
Buried one in shock and disbelief;
And then moved on.

I know your secret.

There on that swept-neat farmstead,
Under the green roofs,
Beside the red barn,
In your white walls,
The rational order,
The unnatural neatness
Belied you.

Lydia...
You of the Romantic Heart,
You of the secret desire and passion.
Beside your chair in that sparse house
Stood a stack of romance novels
In easy reach,
An escape from harsh reality.

What guilty ecstasies you managed to steal
Came five miles from the post office,
Ninety-five cents a copy,
Wrapped in brown paper,
Tucked in a galvanized milk pail.

Ahhh.
The stolen moments!
The bliss of passions and handsome strangers
Ready to take you from dry and wind-blown land.

You're everything I said I'd never touch
You're all the things I said I'd never be
With splintered wood I build a crutch
I'm sheltered here in your debris

Twisting, we're turning
You crash and I'm burning
Razor-sharp chain
And my pleasure is pain

It gets me high when all else fails
Your skin like dirt beneath my nails
Sweeter words never tasted so bitter
**** me, use me, pretty litter

You're too weak to say it
But it's dripping from your lips
I feel the fevered dissonance
In every word you spit
I see the aching hunger
Buried deep within your eyes
I hear the truth that's hidden
In the space between your lies

I could never crave your body
Quite the way I crave your mind
I could take away your soul
Without you ever tasting mine
Desire burning only
For the words that you confide
You can give me all your secrets
And I'll lock them up inside