Here and now, alone,
My thoughts turn to you,
your pale skin
your new glasses.
Your black hair is
getting longer.
I didn't expect to find
a picture of you waiting
for me this morning,
I didn't expect to
feel this emptiness
eat me again.

I thought I was getting better.

You can do it now, if you want.
Get ****** up,
****** over,
Stepped on,
****** with
and just plain ******.

Right in your ***, if you want.

You can wallow and writhe
in miserys mud, carve a new scar
and think it's all your fault,
If you want.

You can even throw a bag
of your body parts into the river,
if that's your kind of happy.
You can do it now, if you want.

You can drop the false smiles
and start telling these mother *******
how it really is, also.

It's ok to drop a little venom in the tea
because these ***** have ****** on the carpet
too many times and nobody likes
a loud mouth drunk *****.

Some just have it coming and I'm ok with being the one that gives it to them.
Because I can.
So can you, if you want.

So if it's a toss up between
getting ****** or
rising above,
bend over ***** because
I'm not letting you
stand in my way.

My blood runs thick
for those I love.
If you are mine
you feel it in your bones
and I am the sound
of sugar that makes you wet.

Can anyone
truely know their mind
when
it wanders so

Sometimes it is impossible to predetermine
what it is that will be a good Idea by tomorrow;
in fact it is rare to have such powers of Forecast.

I do not call it Prediction;
for a Prediction is to "predefine", literally,
not to even give it a chance before you decide;
whereas a Forecast is a reasonable Estimate
based in Statistics, a realm of Mathematics.
A Science and an Art; Mythic Reasoning.

I will not deny the possibility of Prediction,
Prediction would indeed be a grand gift,
I simply forecast that it isn't very likely at all.

I have watched her now for forty five long minutes
As she stares out the window
Waiting on a war with worthwhile spoils

I have given up on politness
She follows me to the yard
The pit bull loping at her heels
Outside in the cool night we stand
Gazing at the midnight air traffic

She aligns her body with the north star
And shivers unknowingly in the porch light
She asks my favorite constellation
And I point it out with a lit cigarette
She drinks heavily from Aquarius
The grass is dead and I am only pretending

She is  beautiful there is no doubt
As she sits beneath a purple neon bar light
My belly is full of wine and she says my name
Tossing it around drunkenly
like a cheap token she wants to trade
I have to leave this place
People all packed together blowing smoke in each others faces
Laughing loudly at anything but the biggest joke of all
She follows me out the door onto the sidewalk
I hate her eyes for in them lies truth
The cloak and dagger of her kiss
Goodbye
She wraps her coat around herself
Walking away without a word
I should stop her
She should stop
But

With a warm glow
around my tired bones,
I feel the chemicals
slowly take effect.

It's ok with me, precious,
if you think I'm ugly.
I'll love you just the same.

My hands knew your skin
before we ever touched lips
because you are missing from me.

It's ok my dear,
if we never live
I'll love you just the same.
It's the honey on your lips
that keeps me on my knees.