His deep blue eyes
vanished
from underneath my gaze,
leaving me to
drown
in the empty nothingness
which was left
out of pity.

1.  diamondback boys
with tombstone-smiles
rolling out
zombie phrases
pick up lines
picking up lines
to tie
me with

2. mothers

3. bloated tears
of jealousy
caused by
me
i just want to be
friends

4. heights

5. flying
i don't like being so high
the higher you are
the more it hurts
when someone drops you
maybe i am happy
being miserable
i guess i'm not sure

6. snakes

7. little sisters
that would break you
if they had the strength
snap you in two
like a barbie doll
she wants me to love my mother
but she also wants the three ravens
that she so often paints
to fall out of the sky
she would be fine
dropping them
herself

8. yelling

9. a friend that knows how pathetic
i truly am
and becomes disgusted
with the facade
that is my existence
someone who knew
how much i don't
want to be here
i am afraid
of the way
they would look at me
i am afraid
of their
pity

I
will
miss you
in a happy,
fruitful kind of way
because eventually,
you will come back to me,
and our fruit will mature
and be ever so sweet
on your return

only two things on the menu  
at the A & O Café, sitting somewhere
in the heartland, between the school  
and church, bathed in fickle light  
pocked by hail and weathered by the storms  
though all still go there, and
few think to complain  
about the spare fare  
some ask for theirs sunny side up  
with the gold yolk promise of tomorrow
shining at them, like a hopeful new sun  
others choose over easy, perhaps past hope
and ready for more solid times, still
a few can have them no way but scrambled  
fast fried and slaughtered into yowling yellow
heaped on their plaintive plates  
few ask for the bacon, since it comes
with every meal, the fat hog long ago  
butchered, and part of the A&O; deal