Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Closing Remarks

Let this cut loose any assumed constraints

and serve primary purposeto

reinforce my mere adoration for you Miss

Just in case I leave this Earth

too soon.

I'd give you my last bite of food

and my last sip too.

Flew from my ocean to yours

Now,

what makes you think

I wouldn't go to the moon?

This is merely a fragmented statment

from my heart.

Just promise that the love will hold things together

If the "I" and "you" ever seem to want to

fall a part.

Where Hearbeats Become Faint

Uprooting shall begin

shortly

in hopes of detaching

what has grown artificially

within something

that never existed.

Perplexed as to why there are no regrets;

Current phrase stuck on repeat:

"Ain't and this shit about a bitch?"

Untitled XXI

I worship the ground you walk on

so much

I'd pick up your footsteps

and hand them back to you

just because they're too

deep for this

Earth

The Cutoff: Recant

There is no sound

louder than the silence

of the void

when you want to hear

"I love you"





This is still delicate

all of its entanglements

still very much so intricate

this is "different"

Infinitely definite

The termination fee for a contract you cut short

PST:EST Daydream

We played

house

and doctor

and

cops and robbers.

I held the club stick.

You wore the handcuffs.

Arrested hearts in

bicoastal waters.

Float on that shit for a bit.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

The Violation

Her tears fade
the ash
On my skin
As my knuckles
Grazed her cheek,
lips,
jaw.
flashbacks
to memories
never intended
to exist.
Flashback to a clock
On the dresser
In a room---
Sighted from the ground up:

IS
HE



IS
SHE



DONE
YET?




My tears
Dilute
The scent
left by lotion
painted on the back of her hand.
she believes
I shed tears
over the intrusion
I became victim of----
memories stowed in my chest.
Reality knows
I shed tears
In remembrance of hers,
although
I know
I was never there.
Was not aware.
But now
I am
And we cry,
r e m e m b e r i n g.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

The Baker's Man: Haiku

This powdered sugar
It ain't got shit on you girl
Sweet ass extra fine.