Silent/Not Silent

Silence is piercing and shrill
It is not silence
It is a wordless reminder
That you are alone

It speaks
It slithers
It wraps a coil of distortion
Around your throat

And I never knew you
Until I knew myself
And I regret the electricity
That keeps us alive
Wanting nothing else

Green bicycle
Tires screaming dead

I left you for dead
Unless that was my body

I lost it

And when I speak into my head
I leave your ear on the phone
Silence so loud
We already know

We know
We know
We know

Blue Light Lover

Staying awake because you are haunting
Microphone to an empty room
To an empty audience
To an empty soul
Marooned

We shook hands
It was a deal
We would listen

Grooves in shiny black
Vignettes carved into our heads
Running over
And running over again

Staying awake because we were deaf
Our noise molding distance
Not safe to eat away at

We shook hands
It was a deal
We would forget

Anti-dopamine Heartbreak

If we didn't have
Brains
We would be together

Sever the chords,
I want you

Together We Mean Nothing

You live where I'm from
Marshmallow man
All eyes
No ears

Ego Death

I
Ate
Myself
Myself
Ate
I

Lace Panties

We shared our underwear
but never our clothing-
closing the chapter
we never are close

I love my body
when I'm not with you
when I'm not dreaming
that I will wake up-
peachy

Bruised
you smoke her skin onto me
I am a circular vision
she is a pipe dream
you cannot choose

We shared our underwear
but never our clothing-
closing,
we are close

You can keep
my lace panties.

A coma

A coma -------------------------------- without you.
A coma -------------------------------- together.
A coma -------------------------------- without you.

I Hate Marie Antoinette

The Seine around her neck and all

Its cavalier beauty

Crawling down her breast

In tortuous crystalline unity

I hate Marie Antoinette

For if she trips upon her lacey skirt

A head she merely loses,

The boys dans masque remain to flirt, and

Elegance never refuses

Null and Void

Prudence claimed his magic pen

Could save the human ‘kind’

By writing when

You had a thought a twirled it in twine

Ivory letters to be ebonied with truth

For the sweetest syllables to woo and forsooth

But no one sold you at the seal

The pen, its magic; you made no deal

As now I string my papers in a stack

I sure wish I could have my money back

Sweeter Than Any Wine

No, I'm not doing a thing tonight

She uttered to her red dress

Carelessly caressing the wind

The man in the pinstripe suit twisted

Her brown curl with a sly smirk

Then walking down the hill glanced one last time

At the 'v' fold of her skirt

And those chubby knees scarred

By worn nylons

After the dusk hues had mellowed to black

Twice over and brought up a new morn

The young woman lay upon the same checkered quilt

Innocently crushing the green twigs and wondering

If virginity would ever again wander her same path

Marriage and Her Lover

Who is Law to say what we are?

Her young eyes quoted in his embrace

Indeed, my dear

We are God

About Falling In Love Without You

In a balloon I float past the courier 
On a tall sand dune he stretches and blows 
The writ of a sealed letter 
Your dry mouth stamped like the night we eloped
No rings attached but
Two cats on a fence one jumping down
And I'm carried helpless by your amused coughing
Because I always refused to have 'love'
In any title

A Mozart Afternoon

Rather than beshrew with a stake drove

Beating through her immortal blood-welling heart

I took her uptown to a nosey French café

She sat fiddling with her crisp pale napkin

Under the checkered table cloth

And noticed not a thing

As they all looked past us among the mountain scenery

And the chef personally replenished her plate

Every thirty minutes  

She cared not for the garlic hanging 
Nor did I care for my course

Watching her suffocate in the grease and fat

Of a medium-rare she ordered thrice over

For by the opening of my parlor door

Her swollen complexion knelt to the ground

And oozed, a melted and defecated blob,

Upon my newly–waxed tiles 

All The World's Ephemeral

Everything you do is for someone else
It’s sickening
Said the bee 

The flower merely nodded in the wind
And the bee eventually 
Buzzed off

Months later the bee plumped back
To the same spot but the flower
Had wilted and froze under the pressure 
Of a fresh snow

It’s too late, 
It’s always too late for her

Hats On Faces In A Street

I feel sick like God
Every wax-wick figure blows and sways

Naivety On A Walk

Siberian foaming gurgles locked to the fount
Blue glass muffled gray
To tie my hands beneath the waning sun
Skin to peel silent when passers-by 
Look like snow-rotten flowers

Not Home No More

Chatter of clapping feet on rain
Wooden legs yearning trembling dresses 
Falling, shattering
His glasses empty 
Upon brunette floorboards 
Now all the same

Aces Always Guilt-Black

Dark dresses held above 

Wine-splattered 

Feet 

Kings and queens

Strutting around their 

Guillotines 

With clad-iron shackles 

Oops

They slip

Chains around the nobles' knees

As heads tumble 

Off the white

And every joker is laughing 

Because in solitaire

We play ourselves 

With an ace up our sleeve

Temporary Last Time

It looks like urine

And it truly does 
With its foamy gold

Yet it smells like water and
Tastes like mango tea
Which coincidentally,
It is

I never return the 
Coin of conversation
To the fizzing 
Vibrating 
Pond

Can we just have 
A normal talk without
Being angry?

Says the boy with 
IED issues 
And a pick-pocket heart

I speak for myself;
For myself in being pleasantly 
Gloomy without a bottle of ink
(Good for writing, good for
Staining things)

You can't argue with someone
Who's auto-switch-assumption 
Is that the people are 
Water drops of fire
Waiting to climb into your skin

So he walks out like the last
And the last before the last
For a temporary
Last time

Society Mouth

One night my kidneys
Were acting up again
In the midst of my 
Historically disappointed soul

I knew Jack the Ripper wasn't 
So great after all
Being a simple Polish immigrant-
Nationality shouldn't change
A thing though

Society makes you one essence
Of another essence 
Going so deep you
Crawl out with the umbilical cord
Swallowed down your tiny
Society mouth

All the people living
On such savory sweet nothing 

But with Justin 
I was no one's society mouth
Because when I was lying 
In his small-ass bed
Shivering and rolling in the needles
Soft on my sides

He kept my imaginary cold 
Warm 
Asking for no one but the me
That is only
Love

Trying to forget that he 
Accidentally threw his cat
On my bloody leg