It hurts me to think
of those restless nights
when I sat on your lap,
a pen in my heart;
a dove caught between my teeth.

I spilt ink upon  your night dress.
It shone silver with candlelight
and I was reminded of the mysteries
that spun starlight into constellations.

But then I remember;
the way you stroked my hair
and I remembered
the tobacco stains on your lips.
And it took the hurt away.

l cradle my palm
at the basic
knot
of her skull.

A tiny mound
forcing against the flesh.

So I give it a little pressure,
just to get her to go deeper.

Just a stem
of movement.

she looks up at me
with petal-green eyes,
"grab the back of my head again,
see what happens."

She murmurs it,
because her white teeth
hover
over my
red-headed ****
like a guillotine.

Iamstillheartbroken
overyou.
Possiblyi'mnot,
possiblytherearethin­gsambivalentandjumbledandstucktogetherinsideofme
maybeyouareoneof­thestucktogetherthingsinsideofme
comingoutofmebecauseofacoreintur­moil
avolcanotappingfromagiantmagmachamberof
love.

you are usually left-handed but I can tell you feel
all right, right about now

you are generally in my top 20 picks for people to
think of today so

I'll think of you.
and as I do
I'll expect you to
think of me
and you-and-I is
relative to
our position
on the map

but don't let that
affect the way you
think of me

To the girl with curls much longer than my own,

When approached by a boy, flip him off and spit in his face
Tell him you're a rebel,
a punk,
a lover.

Tell him that love is for suckers and
guys are only good for *******.
And even then it's a hit or miss.

Explain to him how you have violent urges to break things
Go into detail about why your parents didn't stay together
Get drunk and make out with his best friend

Respond to his texts with one syllable
Talk about how you're ready for commitment
(in the long term sense)

Insult his music,
his books,
his friends
and most importantly his morals.
If he doesn't fall in love with you, there must be something wrong...

After all, it worked on me

I'm revving my engine and I expect
to see your *** in this velvet throne of
queens in one
second.

I'm just going to pick up a few things,
shampoo
toothpaste
a bag of cookies
and probably
a little perpsective with a side of
I-don't-give-a-****-anymore.

Sit down. Enjoy your free ride.
But please, don't talk to me about
getting laid and
getting paid and
things that shouldn't come out of a mouth so young.

You should be asking me when we're stopping at the park
because you want to see the sunset from on top of
the monkey bars (it's the best spot in town.)

You should be asking me
to drive faster because you can feel the adrenaline
rushing up through your throat and out in a shout,
making you feel even more alive.

You should be leaning out of the car window and
feeling the rush of wind in your hair buzzing through your body into your fingers
and down to your toes.

You shouldn't be asking me
for my phone number.

I see you and my eyes are
caves seas oceans and breezes and
the wind is shifting my
disposition my
gaze, following as you walk
on your way and
don't stop
to say
hi.

Fine.
I will be glad to open your eyes
another
day.

They doused the lamps
and sent the realm into darkness.

The purest black we did ever see.

No street, nor home, nor lovers eye burnt.
Nor did the stars or the keenest minds
For they both shone dark.

And the realm sat hushed-
Silent and revered
Round the patter of words
that came as rain.

As the beat of rain
came as poetry.
And the realm sat round
the new fire.