I have no words to write
My pen pulls like the ocean
Revealing how I feel
Like writing in the sand

What I would tell you
Things you should know
Things I don't know how to say

I wish you could know
I wish I could tell
More than my words could ever show

But I'll give you my pen
And maybe - - just maybe
Your words could speak to mine

Even if they lack that echoing call
I would still hope
That you could hear
And understand

But I have no words to write
And my pen pulls like the ocean
It reveals the words to tell how I feel,
But takes them all back, like writing in the sand.

reminds me of you
and the hot days
we spent
in your basement
tangled
among the sheets;
warm
and rancid.
you smelled
sweet
through your
sweat
that soaked the hair
around your temples
and made your skin slick
beneath my fingers.
flies clung
to my hair
fat
with the weight
of humidity;
buzzing languidly
in the heat
of your
cigarette breath.
your hands
stained black
with oil
you could never
wash away
left dark traces
on my hips;
trails of your sins
upon my body.
the air
tasted like filth
and ****
upon my tongue
that slid
over my
dry and cracking
lips.
our bodies were
shimmering and
rank
in the midday heat
as we lay together
and wondered why
we were wasting our time.

I'm tired of these nothings
All of these nothings
Not the goods or the bads
or all the everythings in between
Of the nothings

2 A.M. drunk is easy
the late nights with sadness
they all make me smile
But not these nothings

Even our nothing
is better than these nothings
because I look at these nothings
and I feel our everything

So I crawl up
and reach for something

But don't worry, love
it's nothing at all

Cherries of the night are riper
Than the cherries pluckt at noon
Gather to your fairy piper
When he pipes his magic tune:
        Merry, merry,
        Take a cherry;
        Mine are sounder,
        Mine are rounder,
        Mine are sweeter
        For the eater
        Under the moon.
And you’ll be fairies soon.

In the cherry pluckt at night,
With the dew of summer swelling,
There’s a juice of pure delight,
Cool, dark, sweet, divinely smelling.
        Merry, merry,
        Take a cherry;
        Mine are sounder,
        Mine are rounder,
        Mine are sweeter
        For the eater
        In the moonlight.
And you’ll be fairies quite.

When I sound the fairy call,
Gather here in silent meeting,
Chin to knee on the orchard wall,
Cooled with dew and cherries eating.
        Merry, merry,
        Take a cherry;
        Mine are sounder,
        Mine are rounder,
        Mine are sweeter.
        For the eater
        When the dews fall.
And you’ll be fairies all.