You know what I’m like

when I’m bored.

(I meant that, to be insulting
-Insinuating festering aggression,
and a girl you ****** 5 weeks ago.-)

If it’s not me,
it’s no one, and every one, and you

Alone in a full bed
with several jagged blankets
and a cat that’s almost dead.

I want everything
or nothing at all.

There. I said it.
Jealous and uncomfortable,
giving you the go ‘head.

a scarf wrangled around
my shoulders at 2am.

that’s a wild animal.
He doesn’t care that you think it’s cute.

Don’t touch him.
He is on fire in hot
                                                  pursuit
of suitor, taming
of the tamer
of cold sharp breaths
of air
of the polluter’s diluted self, aware


And, so, where are you when I am scared
or (alone)
((skeletal))
(((in need of repair)))?

lacking in tenderness while half-listening—doe-eyed—wanderous—confidently—
“Despair is a feral thing”
You set it

to the choral whispers of rotting,
on a golden-forest bedful of debris.

the scent of

“it’s 3AM.
My fingernails are long
***** clockwork
-unclipped-
oiled-jagged hands - I am,
                                     like time,
                                     spent

in a coffee shop, with a drink
you don’t like much
and, still, hours to ****.

No One Loves It
Who Isn’t
Anymore

calling
a ***** for
a life before “YOUR”



nervous nerves, us,



stomach ache
heart ache
more of the same old breaks

you wish you
knew
where you
could walk off to

-to Night:
half-drunk-
staggering cigarettes-
slamming a-
streetlight
shimmering
view of
two-
sidewalks snaking-
who?-



what few
friends you
have are all sleeping
or dead
or in your own head
and all the bars close
too

soon...



(you
stop)


intentionless
on the edge of your
bed
with the final four
cigarettes

and that ******* song still in your head

I was melting, right here, finding every. thing.,
a little (too) bright,uneven,on the couch,
when you called me I felt my
throat tighten- breathed in-

your name on a screen.

                                thesecondtolastring

“It­’s all about timing.”

Red Night-
Dead Anger-

settle.
jaggedly,
unsteady:

“look out for
sharp corners”

(the tightest turns)

you did not smash a guitar to
splinterings: That Night,
there weren’t enough iiiiii

watching:

six cigarettes later,
all packed,
tossed back,

....you meandered off...
a long pause...

LOST CAUSE




I too patiently waited out the fight
I too patiently weighed out the fight
I too patiently way out did the fight

weighted, I, too,
impatiently,
way out,
-wait-

FIGHT