unless you make out
my desire and desirability,
you cannot construct me;
fixate on essences
and once more, miss the point.
maybe you should kiss me.
Make The Bed.Beds get bigger in the absence of words.
Things we thought we understood become jumbled.
Suddenly, the world is out of focus.
Remove the padding.
Deconstruct on a chemical level.
Love is --
Far above the highway,
gunpowder combusts and rains down on familiar ground.
I try to forget what we left tucked between the hills,
what we buried in the pine needles behind his house.
You blend together:
innumerable saturdays wrapped in the heat and the dark
where breath escaped between rupturing larynges;
an unfinished, unplanned, uncertain six hour road trip to rapture that lies dormant,
somewhere north of here in hay bales,
or hidden in the mountains.
Silence defines nothing.
and fill the mattress.
and let me forget.
The First Thunder of JuneI could tell from the way
the truck barreled down the road,
how its motor revved and caught on the air,
that a storm was coming.
The dog shook,
his twelve-year hips aching with the effort
of tucking his tail between his legs
in the hope that such displays of submission
would appease the weather.
They did not.
The sky turned feral and spat on the house.
While my old-hound panted
with his panic-wide eyes,
mine filled with awe and lightning.
Slow to RiseShe rose late,
The memories of last night,
Still too difficult to face.
Her normal countenance
Usually so bright
Was a barely masked palette
Of bruised quilt work.
The sky stood
A muddled contrast
Of gray on different shades of gray
And we stayed indoors
Behind her smile,
There is pain.
It matches the morning's simplicity;
Muted, with subtle rain.
We dream of romance,
Of spies and interrogation.
Shield us from a bleaker truth,
Of blackouts in alleyways
a long awaited return.It was raining when we landed.
to our sun-drenched systems,
stumbling with snatched-
Another bus, another train
whirring upon endless tracks.
We run, we flee through foreign streets
disdainful eyes stare on,
desperate for a taste
"He is a gruff, ill tempered animal when he does not have to dry someone's tears."
Current Residence: Indiana
Favourite genre of music: Rock
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Favourite cartoon character: Eeyore
Personal Quote: "Be patient and tough. Someday this pain will be useful to you."