The hair that fell to my waist
Heavy like a curtain
And blonde
And parted on the side
That covered my bare *******
and got in the way of kissing
And It got stares
And It got petted
Like some fine horse
With some fine mane
A rare prize
And the drunk boy
Sitting next to me
That I didn't notice
Who was twirling it around his ***** finger
And that other man
That I didn't notice
Who became obsessed with It
His ***** fetish
And in the middle of the night
He did Those Things
So one day
I just cut It off
Above my shoulders
And everyone was sad
Why WHY why
Did you cut your hair?
But we still like It

So I just cut it off

Until it was above my ears
And I can see the disappointment
Of Everyone Else
Who doesn't understand
So sad
about It
And I smile.

The girl has her moons
her bones her copper coins
her deadly silver nightshade

She has her planets her stars
her fox fur & golden daggers
her small god in a corner of the room

She has her bestiaries
her angels & devils & demons
her gaudy little perfumed monsters

She has her rituals pat
her hand signs & subtle gestures
her dance for the ancient ceremonies

She is ready now
she can begin

I want to show you the magic in love

Lay in the grass on hot summer days
In shorts and tank tops
Picking out the shapes in the sky
Waiting for the winds to carve a heart
The way you'll carve mine

Let's bundle up on cold winter nights
Pajamas and blankets
Our bodies pretzeled together
Waiting for my lips to be cold
To warm them again on your cheek

Fall asleep together every night
Waking up a few moments before the sun rises
To watch the rays fall on your skin
You glow like fireflies

Watch terrible movies together
Making fun of the acting
Then each other
Laughing uncontrollably
I'll tickle you
In that one spot that no one else knows about
Just to watch your nostrils flare

Argue about the senseless things
We'll make up later
Saying that you were right
You're always right

You'll be asleep on the way to a picnic
I'll pull over to pick you daisies
They're your favorite
They remind you of the summer home your grandparents once owned
No one else knows that about you

I want to taste the goosebumps right behind your left ear
Showing you *** isn't about getting off
It's about those little twitches your hips make when you're kissed just below your belly-button
Letting you know I pay attention

I want us to grow old together
Looking out over the mountain tops of our retirement home
Waiting for time to stop
Your wrinkles will change the landscape of my imagination

I want to show you the magic in love

Welcome to the fast lane of...
hold on I’m vibrating.
Cell phone flips open
thumbs move like clockwork
even when inattentive eyes start dead
at the chalkboard.
1st period notes
to last period quizzes,
the mind makes no error between the difference where letters A
and S go.
The world is filled tweets on Twitter
and texts to Timmy’s tiny little brother.
Excuse me please,
I’ll take a super-sized Facebook
but please
leave out homework
because I’d like a tall glass of procrastination.
I’ll take a ride on the super highway that is a cell phone.
Mile long texting to the person right next to me.
  Hey generation X take a seat
and have a laugh at generation TEXT.
I’d like to be the first to say welcome to end of conversation.
Please take a look around
but you might miss the latest drama
if you happen to glance down.
Life is quick
, easy
and painless
but didn’t momma always teach us that that **** was dangerous?
But, hey,
what can I say to change the minds of those who have change their ideas on life about a hundred million times.
I’m just another face in the crowd that has a phone out and my face down.
Whatever happened to actually speaking words that could open doors and let loose a sense of humanity?
Would you like to know answer?
Well here it is....
wait,
I have check Facebook.

i used to love...
but now i grouse about it
i stammer in the wake of my oblivion and suffer bliss no more.
i'm grounded. you are far  too keen a villain.
you are dead last in haste
to revenge my unkempt village.
i hate your name
but praise it.
at least
i use
to.

now watch my heart unclaim it.

It's thirteen below outside
Fingers are cramping, they're afraid of this temperature
My nose and ears soon follow my finger's fright
*** on a cold passenger seat
I can feel my spine begin to settle in to frozen comfort
Maybe if I had a cigarette, I could light the end
Stick the burning leaves to my ice cold hand
Thinking to myself
Maybe this is what love feels like

The problem with bright futures
Is that they grow as dull as everything else.
They too collect dust,
Hold every speck of dirt they can find -
Until you wake one morning and realise you are trapped.

See the walls have crept closer
And the ceilings leant down to hug the floor.
But they're only there to support you,
Because they love you so,
And they do not see their embrace can crush.

a candy apple red heritage soft-tail classic
on a rusted dirt road
i am built of where i've been

the mango groves
the east and west coast
and every camp-ground in canada
this map is my home
let me tuck you into the folds
and sing you to sleep
some place sweet
where the air smells of earth and rain

don't let the concrete tame you

the road under foot is not measured by the steps necessary to travel it
but the way one migrates over the breaking soil
resting between where we are and where we'll be
when our dreams run free
and the tent's set in the pines

barefoot
running shoes
doc martens
thumb to the sky
pack on my back
black top under bridgestones

let us fly

let us soar

s'go

i'll take you with me
like my sleeping bag
and skinning knife
and canteen

be the water that i drink

fuel the fires that propel this engine
drive me to the end of the road
where one can only go by foot
and feather
and foolishness

let's disappear in the fog of the north
the mud of the east
the heat of the south
the haze of the west

let's find ourselves in the topography of folded bodies
tangled up in a flesh scented tent