I would like to say
you make me weak in the knees
but frankly
you make me forget I have knees at all
My ribs are rattling
heart is pumping
I feel alive with you

It's black and white for the blue and red.
They're all bad.
Bipartisan politics is a show and we all know it's sad.

Follow the fistfuls of cash stuffed in big sacks by the people ordering black bags and drone strikes making Middle East corporate land grabs.

But don't forget to tip the driver of your cab.

full circle
I'm laying here with the window open listening to the rain for secrets or something or waiting for you to tell me what you haven't been telling me
like maybe there really is a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair and her eyes are the kind of blue that is never mistaken for grey
she touches your chin before she kisses you, real softly or maybe she traces the spot above your lip where we all know angels rested their fingers before we were sent down here to rot or thrive
maybe you talk about gardens with her, how you'd never ever own an orchid cause that ***** ex of yours demanded one every hospital visit
how flowers aren't for boys but you'll pretend to watch football while you're really watching her bend down to touch the dirt like she used to smooth her baby brothers hair out of his little eyes
before their parents decided that it was more convenient to buy them a little apartment and keep money in the safe while they spent their pensions in Florida watching alligators and Dolphins and toucan ******* Sam but never at the same time
you see, I don't drink earl grey cause it tastes like fruit loops
and I don't eat fruit loops cause it tastes like the childhood I erased from my memory by forcing myself to dissociate
maybe this, is something else altogether
maybe this... is not true, another delusion, maybe your hands are busy counting change out for cardboard signs
maybe your feet move a little bit faster, not because you're in a rush to see someone who isn't me but because you're so scared of ending up back where you started

You are not broken
You are perfectly fine
Like visions of a pink ribbon perfectly gliding through your pale skin

You are okay
You are alright
Like the sound of the crashing waves at night

You are happy
You are alive
Like the taste of freshly cooked bacon

You are unhappy
You are pretending
You are afraid
You are a liar

Dark nails for a dark soul
Loud music for a loud home
Rough blood for a rough touch
Abandoned children feeling unloved

Innocence for a lack-thereof
Earthly bounds being set above

Remember,
that there are few things more beautiful
than a sea of white powder on a mountain,
or purple lightning,
that lights up the clouds above
in the middle of the night.
Remember,
the never ending rippling waves
that will forever disrupt the ocean mirror.
Remember these things,
and take them as you will

it was a warm night,
every inch
of my being
was devoured,
our fire was a dark
ocean, our
bodies could not
be controlled,
we breathed
as one,
wrapped arms
and legs and
could not get closer,
all the shadows of my
heart swept away,
every ghost shook
and trembled
and i knew only the tender
mist of your love.