In shadows I blurry our edges...

In shadows I blurry our edges,

I merge the insides.

I burn all the pages

Inside of your eyes.

I top off my glass,

With a touch of your sweat.

I reckon this mixture’s,

As good as we get.

I hide you in canvas,

I hide you in song,

I hide you in poetry,

In writing’s not wrong.

The movement is catching,

The winds are contagious.

Through worm holes, we’re spinning,

The thunder won’t save us.

We bind ourselves tightly,

We fear being free.

We wait and we fester,

Suspended eternally.

Mar. 19/Apr. 25 2012

My Sin in Song

My sin in song,

I want it all.

Inside I hide all of the pieces,

That fell down to scatter the ground

The day that I broke you.

I surround them like a foaming bitch,

Defending her bloody pups.

Loyally feral, by your side.

Fighting off my sullen pride.

The cracks are mine,

The sin is sacred.

I’ll find the glue.

I’ll do the mending.

My sin in song,

I have it all.

Inside I find all of the pieces,

That fit together and need each other,

To make up our twisted picture.

I archive it like a needy bitch,

Saving all of her fuck ups,

Royally clinging, to her insides.

Choking back her futile cries.

The cracks are mine,

The sin is sacred.

I’ll find the glue.

I’ll do the mending.

I’ll fix it I’ll fix it, I’ll show you.

I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll know you.

My sin is song,

I make it all.

Outside I hold all of the pieces.

That come together with perspective,

And harmonize with loving truces.

I am the monster, I am the bitch,

Dropping all of the pieces. 

Sinfully grabbing, onto low tides.

Stepping aside, shedding skin of lies.

The cracks are mine,

The sin is sacred.

I’ll find the glue.

I’ll do the mending.

The scars are me,

The skin is marked.

I’ll be the light.

I’ll be the dark.

2/22/12

I sit with your specter and converse...

I sit with your specter and converse,

As if he was beside me throughout my day.

I work on the dishes and go off about loyalty and freedom.

I rest in the living room on the chaise lounge with strawberries,

I express with faux feelings to faux fellows in faux words. 

“She breaks just like a little girl,” I tell him.

He listens silently.

No reply.

He absorbs all that I am.

He watches me scrub the toilet.  I laugh and tell him about duty.

He sees my melt downs, he sees my build ups.

He witnesses my crazy core yet still he stays with lended ear. 

He has no choice. 

My mind holds him tightly in focus.

The edges blur but I won’t avert my eyes. 

4/5/12