the headline, Avian flu,  
was the first bird that arrived
to mark our beginning  

I was in O'Hare,  
on my first cell, when she agreed
to have dinner

but stuck in JFK, four cells later,
when she asked me to get my things
from her loft

CNN was on the flat screen
the new plague on instant replay,
becoming a stale tale de jour

wings of silver birds
were slicing the night sky
my ticket to ride one
on the bar

I hoped
I wouldn't catch the newest bug
while still in the air

Just a long ago,
Your smile would shine just as the sun.
Just a long ago,
Your words were like knives.
Just a long ago,
They were cutting into my vein so sweetly.
Just a long ago ,
I bled deeply for you.
Just a long ago ,
We were sharing secrets under the moonlight.
Our minds intertwined for hours
Just a long ago,
You viciously tore my clothes off,
Making my heart dance to beat of your love .
Polaroids. Ciragette buds. Long drives
Our world . Sedated from everyone else.
Now
Your smile ignited like fire.
Just now
Your eyes glared away into
Unknown Galaxy.
Where are you?
Now ,
I still reach for you ...
Just a long ago,
You were mine ....

the aftermath of a night out
follows me for days

everything appears too lucid
like a Dali
dripping slowly
and eventually puddling on the floor
i'm being pushed through crowds
that give me ***** looks
frowning at my disposition
like it's my fault
sloshing about in this liquid tomb
that fills my head with the boom
                           boom
              boom
          of rock n' roll
and shot glasses hitting the floor

grant me sleep
or give me death.

The feeling of inadequacy
The feeling I vowed would not beat me
Now I find I’m a worthy candidate for surgery
Please, please, please, put me to sleep.

I did not know so I did not do
The last thing I needed was anything from you
What has been used can never again be new
What you have taken, you cannot keep.

I guess I can’t trust when you said you’d stay
You came for a bit just to have your way
You spoke in circles; you spoke in grey
For God’s sake say what you mean, not what you think

Waking up mornings, alone in bed
Heavy hands, heavy heart, heavy head
Recalling every comma in every phrase you ever said
Please, please, don’t let me sink

Nothing that began ever did grow
There was never a way I would have ever known
The time has come to end this show
Don’t forget to turn off the lights.


Picked up my bags, walked down the hall
You gotta get up after the fall
It’s glorious for once not feeling so small
Wish me goodbye, not good night.

I want to be susceptible to the world's most anguishing heartbreak.

I want to know torture outside prisons
and inside the hidden doors in the soul-
the ones where you stash the secrets
the truth
the unadmittable.

Looking across a roomful of people
and only seeing one
only Ever seeing one
and wouldn't it be a fairytale
if he was looking right back.

Because before heartache comes heart great.

No more "do my eyes deceive me?"
No more fantasizing what happens when hands
accidentally graze

There's no mistaking his meaning.

Like Love poems in foreign languages-
you still understand every word
every sentiment
every intention.

And while the world keeps spinning
and the noise gets louder and louder

We will retreat into our own quietness.

Where we will stay for
a long
long

time.