Life won’t wait
An echo from time past
Still haunting in it’s sincerity.

Two steps forward
Rocking backwards
Keep pushing ahead
Can’t stop to breathe
To think
About the desire for just
One
Small
Sip.

The Ambrosia
Delicious firewater,
Replaced by the bitter taste
Of ground beans

Life won’t wait
She doesn’t care if I fail.
Tomorrow is another day
Tomorrow, I might not step back
But tonight
Tonight I seek--
Need to quench that desire.

Dusk is approaching
The sound of revelry rampant
A holiday to drinking passes by
And here I stand
Watching the crowds
My head in my hands
Counting the minutes,
Lying that normalcy
Returns with the dawn
Of just another day in March.

Bleeding ropes wrap, twist
Following the contours of his arm
Dangling,
With no life left.

Sparkling shards sprayed
Across the street
Another sacrifice  
To the nine to five grind.

Eyes staring unseeing
Transfixed on the
Telephone pole
The last thing he ever saw.

Another widow,
Another orphan,
All because he was
Running late.

My side itches
Burning.
The memory of you,
Who you used to be,
Is scratched there.

Now my hatred
A razorblade,
Follows the lines
Forever etched
For you.

Silently drifting
Endlessly falling
Finally settling
On your grave.

Rain streaks down the window
The wind blows undistorted from its creation
A sad small human sits behind that glass
Alone in the dark.

This house used to be filled with noise.
Enough love that the windows would glow.
Then, the rain would soothe the house
Now the rain tries to drag
This place back to that day.

That time that cannot be changed
The rain still remembers
How it poured down the face of the boy
Who let the world tangle him up
And loop his belt around his neck.

Now the poor house is left behind
With nothing but the ghost of the person inside
No laughter left to fill the halls
No one to admire the beautiful rain.

An internal stutter
I see you again, for the first time.
The sting of reality’s slap
Makes my inside collapse.
You are here now –truth.
Did you ever have any feelings, --you probably never felt any
They have long since hit the road, if you did.
I think deep breaths will help clear my head.
Oh no.
I almost had forgotten,  
But I am instantly reminded of
Just how heavily you have always worn that enchanting scent.

I say…
You say, “I don’t know”
I say…
You say, “I am home for some unfinished business.”
Suddenly a blossom of hope strains,
Trying to reach the ray of sunshine that your words send.
But instinctly I know,
Those memories I have
Need to remain
Faded from the pain,
Never to be fully visible again.
I have faltered --A slip that will cost me much.
This moment of internal turmoil lasted only for a blink,
No more.

Blink- you have already turned.
You introduce me to a girl --the New girl.
You don’t know yet that she has a lover on the side, (is that my place to step in?)
Like you did with me.
Blink. Stutter.

Why do you always do these things here --at my job?
These meetings happen over and over again.
Since that faithful day a couple of months ago…
You broke my heart in your first breath
Your second breath you asked me to be your bestest friend.
How cute.
Blink.Stutter.DeepBreathe.

Now you bring girls to me to rate, compare.
I told you then,
I couldn’t handle something like this,
Can’t you understand that I need to heal first?
(I have to heal first)
How did you retaliate?
You said, “You have been the longest one night stand of my life.”
Stutter. Blink. Stutter.

My world collapsed with your words.
Now, you come to me to flaunt your new flings,
To rate, compare?
Stutter. Blink. Stutter.

She casts me a devious glance,
She knows who I was --who I am.
You turn your back.
The girl is still trying to cling to your arm.
She will be thrown to the wayside soon.

I lay on the floor,
A puddle.
You never look back --you never would show that kind of weakness.
Acid rain corrodes everything
I have tried to rebuild.
You never look back.
My heartbeat staggers
Back to regularity.
But my backbone disintegrates
Leaving me in a heap.

If only, if only, the blackbird cries.
I used to be love struck.
Now I’m just ****** up.

Snow falls against
The cracked wall
The baby’s cries
Seeping out
As the wind slips in.

The child is just looking
For a source of warmth.

The one that has slowly dissipated
As the heat turns to ice.
As the soul was sold
To the all consuming bundle—
Will bring only death knocking.
Twice.