I should leave here
but there's a hole needs burying

- a mountain of memories
and a thousand miles of pain -
it still smells like you
even after it rains

At the table by the window
where you used to read -
there's a whiskey bottle
that I'm trying to put away

There - is a hole that needs burying
one of these days.

r ~ 9/1/14

Fruit cake rising
Oven burns
Loopy Lou
Twist and turns.
Running naked
In tall grass while,
Men in white suits
Can kiss my ****.
Hit my head with
A lightening bolt,
the fishing trip
Was not my fault.
My ark has a complex
communication flaw,
letting in the demons
Through thee oven door.

it's all in the gnomes on your lawn
that draws me baby
not your curves
not those curls on your naked shoulder
or your poems
not the way you slide up to me
like some kind of fine woman
just those gnomes
I like your gnomes
baby

Two cats in an open window
Big cat wants
to preserve his prerogatives
Little cat thinks
it should be his turn
But for now,
It's time to watch birds
together.

I am not an empty vase for you to collect your dead flowers in.

Some children wondered why the grass is green
or the sky blue
Well, I wondered why your touch was made of ice
I learned of gravity and the f word
and decided
your presence felt like ******* free fall

You say you've changed
I know you have
but your kindness
still turns sour in my mouth

I want to love you
but how can I?
When I accidentally wiped your poison kisses
with the same sleeve I wore my heart on

There is no torture
As great as being a man
At a dress fitting

Everything I do wrong feels uncannily right