The Heart Captain

Hearts are very funny little things,
For their Captain never comes with the body that it brings.

They’re tugged and they’re pulled all over the place,
For hearts are very fragile and should be treated with grace.

But The Captain knows this best, that’s part of his plan.
You see he is never very kind, not this kind of man.

Your heart is his puppet, oh what joy this does bring,
To pull and to fuss with your delicate heart string.

So protect it you must, your fine little heart,
Because as soon as he gets it he’ll tear it apart.

vines in my head
heartache in my bed
you cry out to me
you love me
you hate me
they tangle more and more
9 lives
9 rhymes
it’s hard to say I haven’t loved you 900 times

Liquid Flesh

in a small mess of a room
you walk in
I have snuck you here so you are not to talk

you do anyway

syllables crisscross
with a broken cloudiness
as the whispers of your voice fill the room

I am too far to catch them

I say nothing for
I would choose my bed alone
but we both know it is no longer a choice

my flesh is liquid for you

and I have no control
it lingers, floats, drifts, wherever you are
and I am left inferior

I spill into you

over and over again
while the cloudiness breaks
and a new daze is formed

you leave me

and I am relieved
though my flesh craves more
it always craves more.

[inspired by “Liquid Flesh” by Brenda Shaughnessy]

it is so easy

it is so easy to forget the feeling of wanting you
more than anything else
i guess i gave that up
along with the rest of me
now i think of things involving
what color shoes make people most alluring
what time to take my next dose,
or when was the last time i fed the cat
i think of things like how many stars must be above me at this exact moment,
and how many after that
i think of nothing a lot too
mainly because there is no more me left
to think of you.

sound asleep but wide awake
i no longer want to take
you’ve given in and the fun is gone
all that’s left is to move on

Cause And Effect

the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them

[Charles Bukowski]

If you’re not going to love me, or hate me, I have no interest in talking to you.

Galaxy

I want to dance on the moon
then melt inside it
I want to take off my clothes
and find you
and dip you in
satin sugar
you taste so sweet
and the stars hum
as we swirl
and swirl
I want to look for
something
and never find it
I want to keep one
eye on you
and one on the trigger
as the moon dips
under and
up I go
I want to laugh
and cry at the same time
and find love with a meteor
I want to spray myself
on you
and into you
as we float
on ivory petals
and burn
into nothing.
that will
be best.