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I Knew A Man Who Spoke The Truth
•October 8, 2012 • 4 CommentsThis sentiment is never going to go away.
Why are there so many things in life I don’t want to do?
Things I don’t want to confront, things I’d rather were untrue.
One by one, I embraced all those people I cherish,
Hoping they were aware of my love for them,
Collectively crushed and despondent, begging for
Physical pain to accompany this heartache and nausea.
I preferred if my suit were a blanket,
A windowless room instead of a house of worship,
I preferred if this was all pretend.
My necktie, i’d stretch it, cast it out, snag it around your soul,
To tether you to this world where we need you to be.
If anything for a bit longer.
We knew you’d be leaving, you explained it to me.
I thought we would have more days, maybe I selfishly wanted more,
In your house, on your couch, conversing, laughing.
I walked in, sick, distraught, i didn’t want to look at you,
I didn’t want it to be real, I couldn’t withstand,
Time slowed, you joked about being invincible,
I took it as the truth, perhaps we were all gullible.
How could this be reality?
You weren’t in there, you were where you had to be,
You were in the hearts and minds of us, your loyal family.
Crayola Blue
•September 23, 2012 • 2 CommentsOn a melodious Thursday night,
In a somnambulating metropolis,
Carving niches in bar stools,
Making our finest Bukowski impressions,
Swilling sagacity and perversion,
I couldn’t stop looking from the moment she walked in.
War is all around us.
We’re transient organisms
So why not address this magnetism.
I’d refill your whiskey, neat with a trace of immorality.
I dig imperfection, its become something of a fetish.
I want music where there is silence.
You are a harmony playing in my thoughts.
I don’t memorize poems, and I forget
The words to some of my favorite songs,
I just get so alone, sifting through the madness
Unsure of what I am supposed to do.
It’s autumnal equinox, and in my marrow
All I want to know is everything about Crayola Blue.
Boa Constrictor
•September 10, 2012 • Leave a CommentI’d walk you home, inching closer
To touch your hand through the murk of the night.
Porch lights illuminate an unspoken invitation.
I sometimes mistake women for food.
let’s exchange secrets, osculate
in between breaths and comparisons
on how we perceived ourselves in past lives.
Are we anything like we thought we were?
What is on the other side of the mirror?
I want a slithering wormhole to bring our
Enticed mouths to a time where we belong.
We are such salivating solitary creatures
Searching for a connection in a world
where pumpkins don’t turn into carriages.
I want love, if love is a leg draped over me,
For I am the little spoon, I will strike,
constrict and envelope myself in you, turning
Until we are tangled, hoping the day never breaks.
Roderick
•August 27, 2012 • Leave a CommentCobwebs decorate the vault.
Imported, twist off, carbonated antidotes.
There is a streak of you on my spectacles.
Elected, to tell inane anecdotes
To encroaching walls, imprisoned.
The candle will blow itself out,
Everything is coated in dust.
A peculiarity of temperament.
We are no good for anyone,
But some refuse to take the hint.