Her intense presence
does something tender,
to his heart;
that eludes words.

               When she speaks,
               in a soft soothing tone,
               the pain she suffers,
                submerges, goes missing.
                How much she endures,
                how long,
               he can't fathom.
A silent grief
binds them together;
he is the mirror
that faithfully reflects.
He feels now
the gentle spread of moisture
enveloping them both;
dried up skin
on his face comes to life again.
Lips, curled up dry leaves,
are pumped up with chlorophyll,
turn towards her, the sun.
                                     He dissolves,
                                     in the thought
                                     of her pain,
                                     becomes her  tear drops,
                                     roll down and fall
                                     one
                                     by
                                     one.

You wouldn't believe
the difference
a year makes.
Old faces stare back
with strange smiles,
trying to
fill holes that you
don't remember being there.

Everyone knows you,
you're no stranger,
--though it sure as
hell feels like it--
It's high time for
a new town,
high time for
new faces,
ones that don't
dare stare back
or smile at all.
Ones that can't
see scars.
At least pretend
not to notice.

A new town
with a good view.
Lots of taxi cabs
and tree tops
to watch,
leaning through
and above the traffic.
A nice pretty picture
to paint,
out the window
of a hotel room
as the people pass,
looking like flowers
at last.

Such beautiful flowers
through the glass.

Leaves die in the fall,
and I’m that cold wind.
Cancer that kills
all cells within.
Everything I touch
just wilts with a nudge
as glares and smiles
all start to judge.
When the sun finally rises
and winter’s away
grass in the fields
all raise to the day.
But my back yard withers.
All sad to see,
everything I touch
dies to its knees.
Beautiful, but yet
with a touch it is crumbled.
Unknown to me,
my touch only stumbles.
Loosening the dirt
with sweet talk of a dove.
So quick into lust.
So quick into love.
When all is settled.
At last a right pair.
That match lights in flames,
ashing in-to thin air.
This winter’s a cold one,
as the cancer spreads thick.
Clenching last breathes,
and killing so quick.
A life so familiar,
Living’s a tease.
Everything I touch
dies to its knees.

I’m not going to write a song
About my deep dark feelings
‘Cause I can’t sing
And I’m not going to write a poem
About the sun in summer
Or flowers in the spring
In fact, I hate the word “flower”
It is candy hearts for sheep
I like the word “fervor”
Like, I fervently wish to dig my fingernails into the flesh of your back while you **** me into a fever with a fervor like a rabid dog.
That’s a pretty good word
Not too ugly or sweet
I like to write about hurt
All sorts of things hurt
Like the glass that digs into the soles of my feet
Making me so angry when I walk the ten steps that lead me back to me
From the five that lead to who I want to be
It is a sedated state of suffering
All at the hands of anyone but me
And contrary to contemporary belief
This kind of broken really isn’t pretty
So I want to write a song about all the lovely things I’ve seen
How beautiful some of my days have been
If you were here I’d pay someone pretty to sing this song and
If we still talked I’d get up on stage and read this poem
I’d make you blush in the audience
While I told the whole bar about
The way you taste in the middle of summer
How I’ve always liked salty better than sweet
And how every night you looked me in my eyes the whole time you moved inside
I’d steal the clichés from all the love stories you’ve come to hate
Just to watch you cringe in your seat
But I’ve always liked ****** better than trite
And all I can ever seem make this god ****** pen write
Are words about fear and ******* and flesh
And how much they all hurt me

He upped and left.
Like a thief in the night.
Dunno if he made plans
To tiptoe out as I slept.
You took nothing and yet everything
for you left with all I had to give
heart, hope and dreams
Shattered my soul
Never would I be trusting
with the key to my core.
You enticed me from the start
Lured me with a siren song
****** the life out of me
Like an enchanting Succubus
I guess this was the start
Or maybe the end
Of my wretched downfall.