Saturday, July 25, 2009

To The Beautiful Boy Passed Out In My Bed

The girl I wish you were is doing that thing
where she doesn't reply to my messages
cause she knows I won't like
the answers
to the questions
I'm asking.
Modern moonlight,
The most disappointing thing in my life
Is this telecommunication device.
Blast Bowie
bony hand dangling death
into this lovely summer day.
Mama tells me she's a mistake
but I still think we can make it okay
She turns me on
but we're only dancing.

Monday, July 20, 2009

I Want You Needier

Catch me, explode moments.
Continual rise:
glittering ashes
to higher heights
with you.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Fevered

There's a ball of naked need
model mask and stilettos
waiting for you in Philadelphia.
Come home,
I have a voice
to whisper to you on early mornings.
Open mouth, make you stickier than summer
I've grown new skin
to press to yours late at night.
I want to slice my wrists on your cheekbones
bleed laughter on your new scars
I have house keys to share with you
And I will pierce your navel
with my tongue.

Tragic Youth

Overcome to mere existence
so moved by the motion
steel in your chest
the 13th girl aimed for 12 lines
thin as cocaine
you walked away
But I have your voice
drawn into dramatic growl
pain and alcohol,
waiting for me
You are black satin sheets
coiled and recoiled
in a dark, humid summer bedroom.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Anticipation




Mindfucking you
with writing utensils,
phonics facial.

Neverending charm,
bridge this distance
every way I can,
any way you'll take.

Scarred paragraphs bleeding letters,
I'm your rag tag gutter glamour, darling.
Slow suicide forever.
Quote bands you don't listen to
till the unfamiliar is colored with weird romance.

Fill slow motion time with nonsense,
we're all mad here-
endless empty vistas till your arrival
mindfuck me.

You're the last thing my eyes cling to
slap the alarm
(overly aggressive drunk)
these orbs burn all day.
Battle for the sun.

I'm marking time
between now
and us.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Ma Belle

I'm going to burn down the Midwest
and in the light of it's death throes,
I'll French kiss your heart
make it all better.
everything.
forever.
This ain't how I planned to paint this city red.
Bring your disease to this frozen waste,
let me send those fingers screaming
for gravestones.
Yeah,
I can be the subtle smile between your thighs,
yeah,
I can make you happy every single goddamn day of your life.
Hair shiver on your trigger, fingering that figure
Cold comfort under steely sky, ironed earth rusting (sadness bleeds).

Deliberately goth,
insecurity drives me to familiar.
Chain smoke cloves in the rain,
Time laughs at me,
got nothing to spare-
nothing glamourous
as ideas.
Too much eyeliner isn't quite enough.
Light a cigarette and man up,
woman.

naked under oversized hypodermic,
crying about that Kansas girl.
Don't trust
where she's at
that is
all she knows.
She's more educated than I.
Constant repetition,
distance makes a fool of me.
Eternal countdowns.
Killer.
How many times can I say
I love her,
I miss her,
I wish
she were here,
before something changes?
I can't cover how I feel about her
all at once.
I am reduced
to smashing it into pieces
covering each fragment individually.
Suck it into my mouth,
let the edges cut my tongue.
I spit roses on the sidewalk,
classy as any homeless bum,
and the veins and arteries outlined on the concrete
seem to scream everything
I feel.
Too bad
I'm not a photographer.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Slip into the...headlight

I hate calling you
my ex.

Dream you're not.
Wake angry
ashamed.