Statute Of Limitations

It's feel, not felt,
that's relevant.

She wrote her diary on my tongue
cut my lips to scab seal secrets
but I'm healing.

She was everything
except tomorrow.

I'm stray cat nervous
he's a room of rocking chairs
but I eat too much pussy to be one
Don glitter spit coat,
we'll strip further
it'll be gorgeous
just like the over edited images
Baby's drug haze dreams.

Blue Chalk on Gritty Fists

Fly out of New York at sunset,
new year’s dawn at backbrain forefront.
2010 hope higher than this plane.
I see stability on the horizon.
Predictability, permanent mailing address.
Minor miracles,
little things mean everything,
call at takeoff to make sure I’ll call when I land.
Miss me, kiss me,
make me eat
sleep
hope
dream,
you make me human,
I’ll make us gods, angel.
Cherries coming,
addictive reverb swings low.
I repeat myself to reassure myself,
because the fact is that I am very young and terribly afraid.
Fear is an expensive luxury I can’t afford.
Brittle confidence is better than nothing,
And I’ve been running since March
so I’ll face this head on
even if I chip in the wind.
Flying fragments spill down,
I am volcanic ash smeared across her Catholic forehead,
nourishing his garden.
Fill my hair with roses
Don’t throw the bouquet.

His and Hers Hairspray

I'm a creeper.
I watch people sleep.
Wake up, recoil
Neon blue X rating your dreams

He wakes up to this
succubus in a t shirt
and clings like a child
to the moldy life line thrown out
during summer camp swim lessons

"Turn over"
I wait for the
don't look at me
he gives me an
"I want to hold you."

The Aquanet's gone to my brain
I can't sleep
But I've fallen and I won't get up.

Block Me

Last I ever saw you,
sleeping peacefully in our bed,
I cried
(I’m crying now
dopamine deficient
10,000 feet over Montreal.)
Kissed your real hair for 15 minutes,
stepped over your extensions,
went to work.
You were so strong then.

Now you shower me with introductory goodbyes.
So flattering, you're giving me what I always asked for.
but Baby, believe me.
I don’t want to see you.
Just go.
I’ll be strong for both of us,
forget your venom,
your flying mirrors.

I’ve lost your voice,
I’ll never see your new scars.
Go to your LA lover,
while I buy 98 lbs of shoes
and marry New York.

I love you too much to see you again,
ruin the light on your golden cheekbone
under laced lashes’ curves.
MDMA glues my throat shut,
while you eat crumbs with your silver spoon.
we're children in an infant millennium
we learn the arithmetic of carefully constructed chemical separation
in the blackest and bluest of schools.

I was waiting for you,
but you came for someone else.
Fill my chest with steampunk steel,
I could see you.
Calm,
pleasant,
feeling full as any junkyard queen,
I could let you ruin yourself for me.
Closure’s the last thing I want, Loved.
I’ll take no scars from you,
leave these arms bleeding.
I want to go on missing you when I fuck blondes,
long after I forget what you taste like.