Your good-bye arrives devoid of return address,
all well-wishes and finality.
I do not yet know your meaning of good-bye.
So I check obituaries for ghosts of present, future,
or past, that may never come.
That shifting mirages will haunt my dreams
is my only certainty:
Tag: psychology
Sugar and Acid
I’m sorry to your craft beer, but I scan the cocktails.
It’s not that I want a fruity drink- I just can’t pass the citrus.
I’ve seen berries turn what’s sweet to sweeter, then melt to nothing,
but my mandarin soul could make the stoics pucker.
the hoe and the manwhore
My lies loved yours.
Our scars and alter egos danced,
and your ghost rolled over, straddling mine.
I found a shield in a linguistic sword;Read More »
The Captain
He’s thin as a rail with this equally thin
yet deceptively puffy, oversized jacket-
navy, that
he never removes.
He’s also got a farmer’s hat
with secret script written round the rim.
He never removes this,
save for in prayer.
He claims that he’s an alien.
Things They Take Away
I know that his relations were projections of my own perversions,
that her assessments were figments of my own imagination.
I know I needed to scream, “No,” at all given moments,
and that hoops to jump through were black and white though changing every day.
I know that boys own the language, and smiles mean, “Come hither,”
that eye contact means, “I promise,” and that what I mean means nothing.
I know my words are confusing, my affection is toxic,
my friendship seducing, and that my heart is destructive.
I know that they can’t help their love, and that on connection, I should give up
and wrap my strengths and eyelashes in something wet and cold.
But I know that he moved on
without me making him respect his own boundaries, which were never my own.
I knew I was never responsible for what I couldn’t do.
Counterproductivity
Only five times each day, I play like my bed frame
is a tweed lounge seat, my shelf is a welcome desk,
you are my friend by choice, and things are like they used to be-
You here to pay attention like you would have better things to do,
if it weren’t for the fact that I am your best.
Behind closed doors, I mime conversation with transparent friend,
all for imagined your strong, silent type observance.
This poem wasn’t supposed to be embarrassing, but I am
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On Being Big-Hearted
Minuscule heart!Read More »
Pictures
If you had wanted to learn how to smile,
I could have taught.
If you had no longer wanted to hide,
I would have found.
You cover up and run,
break to make yourself back up
into some distortion
like any evil thing would beRead More »
Magnet
You’re drawn towards me like we’re perfectly opposed…
like one of us put ourselves into the wrong box,
because heaven knows I don’t want to be shocked by your sparking outlet.
I just want to run, but I stay, every time. Like I’m…
electrocuted- Stuck. Like I’m numb- stuck.
Seems safer to turn the power off when men hang on me. Three at one time.
They each try to caress my neck at once,Read More »
Alphabet Ravine 