I love you like that one shotgun loved Kurt Cobain.
I love you like New Orleans loved the rain.
I love you like the Twin Towers loved a plane.
I love you like a ******* loves pain.

I’m a goldfish in a cellophane bag that you pressed your shiny brass thumbtack into.

I’m the water from the ***** now a stream in a rainbow flood. Find me pooling on the floor.

I’m the words in your drafts that you refuse to finish. I once poured out of you, now I’m dead in this bag. Toe tag. Zip.

Cause of death? Love.

do you know that moment?
when the streetlight and moon
cast opposing shadows?

when you're caught in the throughs
of man vs nature?

do you know what moment?

From the corner of my eye,
I see you.
From the corner of your eye,
Do you see me too?

I wonder.
Do you think the way I think?
The way I think about you,
Do you think about me too?

Do you find a way to see me
The way I find a way to see you?
I wonder,
Since I do this, do you too?

I wander around in the hopes we meet.
Do you wonder if you wander we'll meet too?
Do you wonder if I think the same as you?

I wonder, if I wander, one day will be wonderful,
Would you wander and wonder for a wonderful day too?

This makes me ache and quake as I think:
What do you think?
And I hope you ache,
With questions,
The same I do.
I wonder.
Do you too?

She rises and falls with the rain
As clouds part, her neon glows red hot
Made more brilliant by endless falling fractals;
Magnified by millions.

Gracefully she dances off stage, obscured.
I adjust my position to catch a glimpse
All but a quiet hum is heard as
She pirouettes into view
A new shade of flush pink.

Made darker by fallen tears shed,
She is remembered best in this present moment.
Silk sheets glisten as wine bottles clatter
Rocked by the duet of the headboard and wall.

I gasp as the tings and dings of the music box below her feet slow to a crawl.

The notes resolve as
her figure glides gently to a rest.
She is unwound.

Laid off, laid on; spot the difference?
Don’t take it personally, it’s just business.
Busy-ness. Keep your hands on the table.

Am I looking for a job or am I looking for myself?
Because this job board is just a mirror of the spaghetti mess that I am.
Parmesan does sound good, though.

Is it getting hot in here?
Turn on the AC and close the window - my money’s flying away.
At least one of us is free.

the music is too loud
the voices are too loud
just turn it all down
turn it all down