we burned like cheap whiskey,
sharp, bitter,
gone too fast,
leaving me with the kind of hangover
you don’t walk off.
you were my way out—
or at least a hope,
a muse, a laugh,
something to hold on to
in this stupid, circular life.

but I was too much,
and not enough.
all my broken pieces,
all your quiet exits.
you looked at me like I was the problem
you couldn’t solve,
and I looked at you like
you could save me.

love doesn’t save anyone.
it guts you.
it leaves you bleeding out
on a ***** floor,
picking through the mess
for anything worth keeping.
I haven’t found it yet.

and all the other here afters; for all are an
aftershock, a stunned embrace emotion to
a trauma, that stuns us into a overwhelming silence, when words fail, for they are but a tool, not always handy…in fact, sometimes the hands, their warmth, the slow squeeze of supportive strength, is the most
uncommon elegance
humans ever devised

After all, when all  is said,
that shard of a touching outstanding
will

survive longest in the tracks
and crevices of
our fingerling cells, handy
and purposed for those flawed deposits

that are always kept best within
our safest harbors of valued,
touches,
ready to be recalled
and better yet, perfected, when

*shared

carpet forrest view
smells of vacuum hose
reminds my stomach to churn

This language, everblooming
It has so easily poisoned us
But you dust off those empty phrases
Washing stains out of rageful exchanges
This white flag is half in your hand
And half in mine
A haphazard grocery list
Stopped at tomatoes
Continued as a list of those “we would never go there" words
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
Written like punctuation in the spills
Now I'm picking up dinner plates off the walls
So many weapons were thrown and old secrets hashed
A mess left with us drowning in the aftermath
I think the salad is now dressed in curses and ill wishes
But despite all that
I think it's your silence that will **** me

She learnt to be defensive
She knows she's mean
I learnt to be aggressive
I know I am deceived

We utter goodbyes
with fearful smiles
And decide to break up
minutes after

We know each other
like cats
when we are together
but then she leaves me
with bitter colours on her lipstick  
And a wandering third eye
of a princess in exile.

distress men
distress women     the children follow suit
rooted        to their calculation
   pick-pitted-
                 minds-eye-
                             bore-hole n' punction
         functional ?   they ponder the fault   idling in their programs din

rescue them ?
their fearsome egos     will gum you up
tup and rupture your goodwill

despair man
despair woman    the children groping at their heels
sealed and merry mated     to the manner     spools that habit
rabbits and fools back into the boil

assess
make a meal
  displace them ?
   their otherworldly longings ?
    wrong them welcome      into your loving bloom

this is how its done
here's a catalogue
  how big you've won
   better gig    than landing on the moon

distrust man
deface woman       the children drink from the wound
battle         become the saviour
behaviour shot against the mood
food to greet     the newly batched    cultural result
faulty
worthy of mention
the soiled spell
         going to drown though the generations
recreation
just trust   the serpent eye
and the lens of peddling assault   holds everything to its station
                                    for a jittering moment
                                    for a breakable moment
                                          a disgraced monument    
                                bereft         fidgeting in its place