Friday, March 30, 2012

Alone

Mr. Ivy League
tear skin with
a diamond knife.
Murderer's ambition
but detached,
shiny teeth point
to half closed eyes.
And I am so sorry
for that.
Mr. Ivy League
there is a place,
warm with colors
where eyes and smiles meet
as the second hand
ticks over the hour.
You've found home,
for August.
But for hearts,
you,
Mr. Ivy League
are alone.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Feathered

I am watered down breath.
A dizzy step.
I am crown wide open.
A televised motion.
I am invisible laughter.
A sound to capture.
I am blank expression.
A blurred fiction.
I am what I will never be.
A rhyme.
I am everything
Apart.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Naked Eye

Perfect picture.
but,
Canted.
Somehow.
Beams of
Yellow light
cut through
monotonous fog.
Disfigured grace.
Useless.
Rows of
grey tunics,
Bark their
repulsion.
Their motto.
In case of
doubt:
Set fire,
burn it
down.
What is left...
Charred liquid,
Spirits.


Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Too Heavy

I built my heart of
thin metal, copper pipes,
wire, and red ribbon.
I Hung it from
its' spinning mechanism...
Tipped over,
Start over.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Andrew

There must be something severely wrong with you.

Monday, March 12, 2012

I Miss You

I'm blindly walking down the yellow line. Time flitting by. Your face floating in front of mine, magnetically leading me. Moving forward, but never closer with an unvarying gap tormenting me. As my vision begins to clear I can see your lips are moving, but I'm deafened by a thunderous beating. My eyes search for that unmistakable sound. I look back to you only to find something else in your place. Its' small frame is swerving across the road. Slowly getting larger and closer. I try to avoid it's path, but I can only move forward. I can make out your face in the windshield. Your car rises up above my head, crashing into an invisible wall. Everything disappears except the beating. I look down to cupped hands, filled with familiar beats. Your blood drips down to my feet. I can't let go, but I'm still pulled forward.

Twin

Stomp across the cracks
Of broken, unsteady ground.
Do you think of nothing,
Care of nothing?
Bring the world down
With careless steps.
Crashing into my silence.
Loudness so unlike me.
Yet you've stolen everything.
Is nothing mine in this hour,
Identity included?
Twin, you can have it all.
But your sorry, conventional,
Borrowed mind,
Will Never be mine.
If you want it, you can have it all-
Wasted loneliness, hungriness.
I'll wrap it all in red paper,
Hand it to you with a double smile.
I have something you can never steal.
Something you don't have, can never have.
If you want it, take it all.



Friday, March 9, 2012

Sugarcoated

There it is again, Shameless Liar.
There is the shallow, see-through water
you drench me with.
Water designed to incite,
a jolt of exposure.
Well, Architect, I am still.
Unmoved, indifferent.
The 'truth' you speak of,
we are unacquainted.
I see petals
I see smoothness
I see falseness.
You feign reality
with your flimsy truth.
Your absence of pain, of conflict
is the absence of all.
Of all emotion,
Of all truth.


Sunday, March 4, 2012

Clear

I'm not lost,
not as lost as you think
in the word draped world
encased in an ivory vault.
Such a clear passage
In your face, your movement
Palm pressed against the metal case,
Forehead against the glass.
The valley between your brows
and the shadow they toss over
despondent mirrors.
Seeing into every droplet
of colored wash.
As you stare into what I've felt,
what I've painted,
every fragment storms out.
Showering over you,
a baptism of myself.
I step onto the channel where you float.
Soundlessly I become a witness
To you, to every feeling,
To every shard of pain
as it plunges into your heart.
The thought that I
have conquered your soul
Echoes down our narrow tunnel.
Awareness so loud,
It severs the bond.
And as your face blurs to darkness
your eyes glance back.
And again
Clear.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Spinning

Whirlpool, let me go.