You said you'd come to tea
so I made a cake
chocolate sweet; maraschino filled;
girdled with a satin blue ribbon;
set out the prettiest plates;
hand painted with forget-me-nots.
And from the darkest corner of a drawer
found a single candle to celebrate the day.
I'd understand if you had 'phoned,
but now the chocolate lends a bitter taste
and even the despairing posies have given up all hope
as the candle's flame flickers my ever waiting shadow.

Closest friends
Betray you
Family
Denies you
Lovers
Leave you

When all has gone wrong
And you've been left alone
With no where to go
Who are you suppose to turn to

God has never saved you
Satan will never love you

The cold wind warms you
Heat thrills you

You're out there on your own

Don't frown upon the world
Someone out there
Feels just as lonely and cold

A creature came and she took your name
and strewn it out across the lane
and said- "how does it feel to breath again?"

And her question caught you so off guard
that you felt the last acrylic shard
release- from your chest.

Then she took your hand and she led you down
to the simple place of earth and sound
and told you- this is what you’ve missed.

And how in shock you felt  as you gazed around
at this lovely place of earth and sound
and feel- so mean inside.

So mean you thought that you had been
for leaving all your childhood grins
to wander- all of the grandeur unnoticed.

Then you felt the warmth on your skin
of the giant sun and angel-kin
of the light ones- those holy ghosts you’ve known.

And the creature- she smiles up at you,
and she knows- that you know what to do;
Just love- and cherish- everything.

I pretend that your poems and 
my poems go
slumming in disguise;
carrying on in dark doorways
of riverfront bars—
tipsy, telling secrets,
spilling out into the sweet-smelling
night,
libertines 
more in love 
than they were before.

this is how it is.

lover of the moon, red nail polish, and my body
poetry passionate
anaemic
patient listener
book worm
creature-infatuated
exotically home made
gutter-student
in-toe walker
ignorant genius of nothing and everything
insignificantly significant

this is me.

Yearning for this [undiscovered] un-desire,
the gift is heavy; a pregnant darkness, the naissance
of this elixir bittersweet; liquid metallic bruise.
Burning excitement, disappointed surprise,
ripping and tearing and exposing a veiled universe of
inconceivable ideas and notions, ringing clear;
                 unwanted.
I've longed for your arrival, suffocating myself with
the intoxication of the anticipation. Yet,
you were born into this world faceless, uncongenial,
                  mine.