Turn off the TV.
There is so much noise
in the world.
To much equivocation of pain,
to much
lust for suffering.
Turn off the TV.
Let mother nature
lull me to sleep
where the fate of the man
I love
rests solemnly on the head of a liar.
Turn off the TV.
My eyes subside on
a world at peace.

A man who hates himself
is a writer.
His woman,
who loves everything
and who is beautiful under doubt,
is always the poet.

i
have
never
seen
hungers
desperate as the carnivorous
turn of affection.
never so demanding
or pleasingly unattainable
oh,
that tender ferocity
it tears me apart every time
and,
i do it again.

On Monday,
I waited for you
to come back from the bathroom.

Most days,
I feel like telling the stars
they are ugly,
Laughing heartily in
the eye of a storm,
and
watering the rivers
of the world
until they, too,
understand drowning.

Be with me now,
be still.
Most days,
I still can't stand the sound
of the doorbell ringing.
I know you won't be calling.
I don't even feel like me.

And this is how I miss you.

Call,
and tell her
right now.

When god is but a creation of us
and we fail to see the utility
of faith and love,
I shall be Your hold on the world.
I shall clasp at the ropes
which break and bind the cracks
of the earth
to the marks of Your Skin.
I shall take the out of place
which You have followed so wearily
and create a home
in each of the seventy-seven crevices of hell
For You.
I will love every inch of you
that you carry to the labyrinth.
I will hold sacred
the uncovered words
in the bible of Your Mouth.

In betrayed prayer and
unconditional sermon
I become but a story
of a damaged woman
and her awe stricken
who thought the world of her
and nothing of god
in the same breath.

Now and then,
when the wind whips the world warm
and all leaves
are but the blanket to the soil,
early nights bring in the thought of you.
When I think of people
I have loved
I remember a silent memory
so loud
I still hear it in the distance,
They kick and scream.
And you,
peacefully perched
on the marble floor
smiling up at me
at 1am
saying
'i missed you'

Every day since has been October.