So it has come to this
insomnia at 3:15 A.M.,
the clock tolling its engine

like a frog following
a sundial yet having an electric
seizure at the quarter hour.

The business of words keeps me awake.
I am drinking cocoa,
that warm brown mama.

I would like a simple life
yet all night I am laying
poems away in a long box.

It is my immortality box,
my lay-away plan,
my coffin.

All night dark wings
flopping in my heart.
Each an ambition bird.

The bird wants to be dropped
from a high place like Tallahatchie Bridge.

He wants to light a kitchen match
and immolate himself.

He wants to fly into the hand of Michelangelo
and dome out painted on a ceiling.

He wants to pierce the hornet's nest
and come out with a long godhead.

He wants to take bread and wine
and bring forth a man happily floating in the Caribbean.

He wants to be pressed out like a key
so he can unlock the Magi.

He wants to take leave among strangers
passing out bits of his heart like hors d'oeuvres.

He wants to die changing his clothes
and bolt for the sun like a diamond.

He wants, I want.
Dear God, wouldn't it be
good enough to just drink cocoa?

I must get a new bird
and a new immortality box.
There is folly enough inside this one.

In front of the mirror doing my hair,
It’s all in the prep work, don’t despair,
Soon be time for the big event,
all this grooming is time well spent,

walk like a robot, keep a straight face,
don’t want a single hair out of place,
grab the phone, yes this is the spot,
set it all up for the perfect shot,

try to look natural, find the right pose,
hide the blemish that’s on my nose,
impossible angles, arm muscles ache,
the phone in my hand is starting to shake,

follow the light, keep stumbling back,
I think I’m having a panic attack,
all this stress is really no fun,
but a click of the button and the deed is done !

Hastily away we shall go!
Hastily away we shall go in the dark!
In the dark we must go!
For we mustn't be seen
In the shadows we will crawl
For the shadows are obscene
Yes, our cover!
No our trap-
Our wily little fiend..
He cannot find us in the dark
So we hastily away!
Up, up the mountain
And over the sea
Down into a rabbit hole- No! Let us be
Cried the rabbits ever so mean
We cannot stumble
We may not make a sound
For if we do-
We will be found!
Away! Away!
Quicker now
It’s almost daybreak
The sun is near
It is drawing closer..
Ever so clear
Our death it is upon us.
Yes, we see the rising sun
We thought we could make it
What fools we have become!

I hate the feeling I get
when I think about you
Your eyes,your sweet smile
your even sweeter lies

I hate the feeling I get
when I hear your name
My heart stops
and I can't breathe
My throat is sore and I start to shake

I hate the way I see you everywhere
In every stranger, every dark corner of the streets
I hate the way I find pieces of you
in music and my favorite songs and poetry

I hate the way I can't hate you
And I miss,oh I miss that one
night that you were mine
even if it wasn't for real, even if it all was a lie
I had you once,for one moment
nothing more
Oh why can't I let it go?

We danced in a darkened room,
love spilling around us
like ribbons and silk
and I swear I saw the universe
in those winter blue eyes
I could get lost in you
And I did, I did
and you became lost in black holes
that crept in your arms
and caused rifts between us
when we danced.
I dance alone now
under a winter blue sky,
no ribbons, no silk.
They say the good die young
but why do the good
have to die at all?