i drank so much alcohol i forgot where i was
but i couldn't forget where i wanted to be

there comes a point in time when they are no longer your lover, no more than a friend, and it doesn't hit you until you begin to tell them how you forgot again to turn the lights off before bed, or that you saw their mother at the store, and it's then that you realize it's better to bite your tongue and keep moving on.

I found a mask in my attic.
It was just laying there.
It's rather erratic,
finding a mask somewhere.

There was a note attached.
It read 'One size fits all; one per person'.
So, after I had my fill of my head being scratched,
I decided to try to wear this mask void of emotion.

But it did not fit.
With my confusion awoken,
I could not wear it,
Despite what the note had spoken.
I assumed it to be broken.

But upon closer inspection,
I made a detection.
The space of the mask had been taken,
By something much more potent.
Leaving me less then content.

I extend a hand,
a smile to Death, and bid him
comfort in my soul.

Since my father died
so young, always unreasoned
fear of dark, the end.

I have my father's
heart; it will fail me, just as
his stopped that winter.

He worked when he could
(not often at the end) to
keep family fed.

I have my father's
heart; I work for food, shelter
to its final beat.

I say in half-jest
I work to eat better cat
food in retirement.

The half-truth unsaid
is I work so my wife might
eat in retirement.

I pray I have my
father's heart; lived so bravely
and died so alone.

and we roamed my bed
like the corners of your city
struggling to breathe,
grasping to every thread
of my soft sheets
you brought fire to my body,
brought waves of ocean
from my steaming pores
and you're thrusting
like diving down a deep well
crying out like a wolf
as if my ceiling is the moon
without any uncertainty,
you held the hanging bells
from the temple you're
trying to rule,
like you would to your pillow
pinch, bite, and lick
as if you're trying to do
some sort of a magic trick

what we did felt good,
your love tastes good,
and the daylight came
reaching out my windows
touching my eyes softly
and slowly, I came to my senses
and wished to be asleep forever
or prolong my greatest night

the darkness died as the sun came up
and you were gone in the morning
like my old school camp fire

gone for good...

after a night of festive screams,
scratches, and rolling in the hay,
what I got was just a trip
in Heaven and Hell
and I was so burned by your body,
blinded by your touch,
silenced with your kisses,
for a few hours, you made me
an object of your desires and lust

you're a daydream in the night
and your love is a mirage