you’ve learned how to pay the bills:
the one thing you’ll always have
that you can always sell.and you know the market’s always great
for what you’ve got, so
put on your slip
and your face, baby,
and don’t play in the mud
on your way to the corner
tonight.
could you feel it beginning
to fall apart
when you kissed her lips
under the floral arch?
it happened so soon,
he became the glue that bound
you together.
you’d count his fingers and
toes, so delicate and small.
you never would’ve guessed they’d
make those holes in the dry-wall.you never imagined you’d be here
again; broken glass on the kitchen
floor, a policeman
knocking at the door.there’s a silent melancholy
song that pours from
your lips,
like the whiskey you nurse
as they take him away with
his hands behind his back.
Kindred spirit child,
I’ve found home
within your eyes.
Chase stars with me,
catch butterflies
between our palms and
whisper wishes on their wings
before we release them
to the skies.Kindred spirit child,
I’ve found safety
in your heart:
a delicate collage
of glass and shards
of mirror where I
find pieces of myself; I know
together we have something
beautiful.
there’s pressure
beneath this existence:
splintering
the boarded up walls warping
the foundation
providing no security or time
to ask questions or
listen for answers.
only to see and know
what it is to exist. to breathe
what is right in front of you.
put your ear to my chest
just once before
it stops beating;
become familiar with the sound
of the world
coming to an end.
the smell of liquor
on your breath and the words
that you hid at the
bottom of the bottle.
the way you only looked at me
with longing when
your eyes were glazed over.
a series of mistaken midnight black-outs
that just kept happening
because i still hadn’t learned
the second or third time
around.
you say there’s no poetry
for you, darling,
but it’s here
written in the way your words
sway me like grass
in a summer breeze, the way
my skin tingles like stars when
you say my name,
when you say
my name is magick.put your hand to my chest–
do you feel
the rhythm of the verses
beating
for you? every step,
every cell, for you,
for you and I
will never stop breathing
this poetry; my lungs
are saturated with it.
get so high that
you feel numb,
slit your wrists while in
the tub. warm water glides
over the edge of your
porcelain ship. blood flows
through caulk river
channels between
the tile. you will haunt the
seals between the
floor forever.
Who you used to be isn’t necessarily who you’re meant to be.
i miss you.
every minute part of you
is not with me,
i miss you.
heavy heart,
filled with questions
but those eyes are dark
dripping caves,
you will never come out
alive.what first stole your
breath
now grabs at your neck,
squeezing every last
murmur
out. there’s no use hiding
in the shadows– those
irises are made of what
blankets you.
Silenticel 