no darkerpassion had I
what was this
that we could escape
was that my childhood
or his dreams
they call to
me
in
puffed circles
watch my finger twirl

my fingers beneath her skirt
she twirls to me dream like
her lolli-pop kisses
we traded
dreams
for


for for
forlorn
what scorn
she bleeds
to me
pop
cicle
mansions
they drip
from floor
to
floor



bubble gum mistress
chewing on my sleeves
her lovers on my coat tails
hopes she never leaves
perhaps
from
the
distance
we have shared
not the slightest part



of
me


of
me



of
me



no darker passion had I
?










...
..
.

there must be a place where broken words go
the ones without a limb
not fully formed
not spoken right
not heard

there must be a place where broken words go
the sentences left uncompleted
the trailing words that never left the lips
the "but" and the "and"
that were always left hanging

somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "i love"
and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait"
that was whispered into the air
the "please come back"
that made peace with dying
on the corners of a turning mouth

there must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never heard
the letters written but never posted
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that traveled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach

there must be a place where my broken words go
the stains on my diary that didn't come from a pen
and the letters on my thighs that don't make sense
the things i could never say
and the things i said that came out all wrong
all the broken alphabets in my song
that cry for salvation
for one more chance

there must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place i can call home.