A two timing bombshell, is still a two timing *****
Forgiving and forgetting
Laughing at  suicidal thoughts
I don't cringe at pain
I infect it with my own remedy
Distilled spirits- The poison of solitude
I haven't yet decided if you are a gift
Or a curse
Your hands seem calm enough
Your lips are steady
Two eyes focusing and focusing under the bar lights
Calm
Collected
Childish infatuation teaming from your words
Is this really happening? Are you really here?
No, you are a figment of a figment of a figment of my imagination
You wrote a love letter
Copied it
Faxed it
Signed it with a flourish
You need love with notorization
Stamped
And approved
I need nothing but your hands
But your eyes
The devil of your tongue
The Sharp stab of pain
The gigantic cool of finite ecstacy
But no
You must break me down
Piece by piece
Marking me off on your checklist of (love)
I failed
I didn't care

I love you anyway-   (I am a moth
                                     Terrified of the flame
                                  But I cannot leave it be
                                For it is much, much too beautiful)

Auchenorrhyncha I deny your song
Rest now brother
Tsukuyomi,
Silence your children
We must sleep
We must sleep
        
              Winter: sings his song in the churchyard
The Stone Village
           Where my family sleeps
The dog barks as a chorus
             On the earthen streets
The door is untouched
                     Unlatched
                    Silent
         I excpect your fingers tonight  upon the gilded handle
                    Warm-blooded bird
                     Rest your wings  at the branch
        Sound not your warning to me  At her arrival   /    
 for my bed
                   Is no longer her bed

Lover,
The neon lights called to you
Thickening  your blood
                
                  The alcohol ravaged you
        Your hands trembled at his touch

            Crossing your legs
               At
The knee
            Soaking
               The warmth of your belly
The flame of your        hips: tightening
                  As you   lighten  your grasp on
                         Control
       The cradle of your lips- no longer subdued
                  The grace of your eyes      melting
Into the back of your
Dry throat
                                  
                             ­                You sat in the car
With the heat on full blast

Looking at the ring I bled to buy for you

          You took it off- so it wouldn't cut him as you ******

When you put it back on


It's familiar weight

         felt so right

Blue was the sky
Blue was the sky
The sky was so blue
I wanted to cry

But I kept my chin up
My feet to the road
Acting like someone
With nowhere go

Stones and dust
Stones and dust
Walking past cars
Covered in rust

I'm feeling fine
As I watch a cat stretch
I can't think of a day
Better than this

The girls and the boys
The girls and the boys
Skipping and yelling
Playing with toys

A black cloud came out
And it started to rain
Puddles and pavement
Thirsty storm drain

Gray was the sky
Gray was the sky
The sky was so gray
I wanted to cry

But brown grass turned green
Flowers could drink
And everything dripping
Started to gleam

Letters and kisses
Letters and kisses
A mailman got tired
And sat for a minute

Like a screen door flyin' off the hinges
Like your truck comin' up the drive way
Temper
It seems to stem from those cigarette burns
On your forearms
Maybe cause your dad made you **** your dog when
She got sick
Maybe because your mother locked you in the closet
Until you screamed for help
Like a pit-bull
with one blue eye
And one green
Your temper turns them red
Slobbering at the mouth
Cutting yourself with stones
Callin' out to devils
A black horse springing
Down from the clouds
I have just as much a right
To have a temper as you
- but you could drag me to church
Talkin' bout how
Music is the devil
Whiskey is the devil
Lazziness
Pride
Guilt
Fornication
You may think like a stupid *******
That the devil gives a ****
The only devil I've ever seen
Pressed his workboot to my throat
When I was fourteen
Screaming
"You ain't no son of mine"
Looking down at me choking

You spit on my face

Like sculpture
I sat under the buzzing light
Smoking a cigarette to commemorate
You stole the words from my mouth
And put them in your songs
You took the love from my eyes
And put it on the canvas
The stitch of my skin
Was nothing more than a place to wipe your tears
My clothes were yours
My shoes were yours
My teeth
Never
       Straight
Enough
For you
So I shaved my head
Knicking my scalp with the razor
And watching the blood
Flow down my face
I feel nothing
Because the oxy tells me to feel nothing
Crimson river dripping into the sink
This is my blood
And you could never take it from me
Now matter how hard you bit
Now matter how Sharp the knife
**** your name
**** your house
**** your car
**** my eagerness
Latley the only thing that the paycheck buys
Are bottles of fire water and pain pills
We don't need you
We don't need you
The life of my eyes tells me
We will never need you

You were a rose
You were a storm
You were the wind
You were the cold
You were the big and upcoming
The queen of my heart
You drank up the summer
Bleeding the light
Knocking on your window
At quarter to three
Your eyes through the curtain
Looking at me
You didn't put on clothes
To let me in the door
We kissed to your bedroom
We kissed to the floor
Letting me wonder
Letting me drink
I played you piano
Until you fell asleep
You asked me and asked me
But I wouldn't sing

"Nothing like a good smoke,"
They say.

Maybe I'll start.