Stick A Patterned Pink Band Aid In My Chest

Tell me Santa’s coming
I can have a pony
And you will love me forever.

I’ll believe you.

You Are The Woman Stuck In My Throat

Those smiles don't move me.
The attention I want
is yours.

I want to be your
beautiful dream.

And please don't
wake up-
I'm so tired
of your going away.

Silence

Sun blind stumble round Filthadelphia,
skinned knees
(how old am I, again?)
leave red roses on wet pavement.
Light another black cigarette with the end of some stranger's kindness.

Acid rain turned tsunami,
drowning is perfect and so were we,
once upon the small hours of a dead time

The heart is just a muscle.
The heart is just a muscle.
The heart is just a muscle.
But hers is torn and it's breaking mine.

stressed, scared, running
rare sightings create broken communication
I want to say anything
Just to say
Thinking of you
But I talk too much.

Perpetual Motion and Static Cling

We’re so grown, we don’t break.
Maintain gorgeous not exactly lies, I’ve got
new men in my thighs, you’ve got
new work in your life.
Not exactly unhappy,
there’s so much good in life,
but cigarette pause and
I miss you, miss you.
I miss you often, not always.
Do you notice
when I don’t speak
to you?
I didn’t think so, but I often think wrong.

Sibilant city skies scream suicide
and I’m laughing,
romantic atrocities spill from her pretty mouth
I want to kiss her till we’ve both died.
Crashing burnt babies,
spray love, lust and perfect cheekbones
all over the damn highway.
I love her,
I love her,
I love her,
I am utterly abandoned, completely unreliable
to anyone else.
Following her to the ends of the earth,
I forget myself,
I am my Self.

If you came back, what would I do
with you, with your sad sense of replacement?
There is more to
even my
life than sex, mister.
If you knew me enough to know that,
would you have known that love trumps typecasting?
Seen differently?

Dancing ladies want someone to love them,
even when the shadow’s wiped from cracking eyelids,
the music’s stopped,
colored hot lights yield to cold dawn slapping tired fishnets.
The more people see of you,
the less human you’re seen.
She loves me under fluorescent grocery bars,
she loves me in broad daylight,
she loves me by starlight and sunset and
when we creep out of town at dawn
her eyes shine brighter than headlights.
She is gorgeous without glitter,
passed out and pale in muted afternoon tones,
I love her.

We are consumables consuming,
why were you so afraid of being eaten alive?
There is no thrill like the thrill of slipping
down her throat.
You gave her your cock,
threw your head back on the trial run.
My heart’s in her teeth.
There is more to (even my) life than sex.

Katie

You open me.





When I've shut down.


I love you.

Greater Than The Sum

I miss your morning bedhead
floor piled extensions
I want to take you to the movies
make out, annoy the single father behind us
ex D and D'er, glasses too small for his fleshy head
when he bitches and moans I want to say
Hey man
we paid our money to be here, same as everyone else
and if we want to ignore this film
well
that's our prerogative.
I want to tie you up, blind fold you
I want to take you to bed
I want you to come home
Sideways shouting Filthadelphia
we have pillow forts to build
afternoon naps to take
I want to make you breakfast
eat in bed
I want to do everything
but not the sad things
and I want to do them all for many years
I want arson art and alcohol
I want you.

Sober Ramble

I'm giving you no context for this
I'd like to
But I lost it
I live in a world contextualized by the texture of your photographs
jealous of the sun on your face
I want to slap the rays away like they're from Jersey
Without your tone of voice
Dragons be everywhere
And me with a broken compass
The only direction I know is down
Everything spiraling out of control
Incessant nervous nausea
I'd like to give you a context for this
but the only determining factor in my present existence is your distance
and you've already got that
space is the single most deconstructive construct you've ever asked me for
you need room
to grow and blossom

and I need you.
I'm the bag lady, out of her head and wandering
I need you
down chestnut over to 12th st
I need you
Sightseeing in the places we used to be together
I need you
and you're not here
I try to bridge the distance with text messages,
I call too much,
I email your friends,
Prophets are crazy
and all love is worship in a way
can you grow here?
can we build here?
When are you coming home?