Poems
Deconstruction
you punched my clock
with such precision
I couldn't help
but notice the time.
I want every word
to resonate
to punctuate
my breath
my pulse.
I want every sound
that trickles
from your lips
to echo
in the back of my throat.
I want the perfect poem.
I want you.
Chocolate Orgasm (wahahahahahahahaha)
I saw you
and no sooner
wanted you.
I tasted you
and then had no choice
but to devour you
your sticky sweetness
streaming down my chin
while I churned
and surged
oblivious
to everything
except
my need
my need
to have you melt
between my fingers
my need,
to feel you dancing
on the tip of my tongue.
Bitch Barbie
you are
pure plastic pain.
you are
punishing me
for every
G.I. Joe assault
imploring my daughters
to starve themselves
for a body like yours
Roses
I had always thought them
overrated
after all
I gave you a dozen
after our big fight
and you barely looked at them
until they were withered and colorless
and then you thought I was so sweet
for giving you this bundle of dead plants.
It must be me
an uncultured white rose
so out of place
in a world of color and protocol.
every thorn
I've grasped with bloody hands
has reminded me
that my words
are only modulated noise.
I could never give you
the correct time of day
but I can always give you roses.
Cosmetic
I drank too much.
but I wasn't nearly drunk enough
to forget
the look in your eyes
betraying your words
which were betraying me.
it forces me
to wonder which you it was
I met that night.
were you finally yourself
emboldened by beer?
or were you frightened
into acting out a tragedy
written by anonymous ghosts?
I want to silence the thunder
that disturbs your sleep.
I want to touch your face
without make-up.
Black Moon
I want a black moon
silent and without reflection.
I want to clench the stars
between my teeth
until they bleed.
I want a violent wind
to rip through palm branches
like newspaper.
I want every corner of the house
to rattle and moan.
I want to keep
my bloodshot eyes open
all night long
because
I never
want
to dream
again.
Hide-and-Seek
I closed my eyes
and counted to ten
but you wouldn't play.
why hide
when you could never be
anywhere
but here?
reflected in your dark eyes
I seem so small.
and later
while you slept
the air thickened
with all of the questions
I could never ask.
trapped
in a tiny apartment
with too many mirrors.
you punched my clock
with such precision
I couldn't help
but notice the time.
I want every word
to resonate
to punctuate
my breath
my pulse.
I want every sound
that trickles
from your lips
to echo
in the back of my throat.
I want the perfect poem.
I want you.
Chocolate Orgasm (wahahahahahahahaha)
I saw you
and no sooner
wanted you.
I tasted you
and then had no choice
but to devour you
your sticky sweetness
streaming down my chin
while I churned
and surged
oblivious
to everything
except
my need
my need
to have you melt
between my fingers
my need,
to feel you dancing
on the tip of my tongue.
Bitch Barbie
you are
pure plastic pain.
you are
punishing me
for every
G.I. Joe assault
imploring my daughters
to starve themselves
for a body like yours
Roses
I had always thought them
overrated
after all
I gave you a dozen
after our big fight
and you barely looked at them
until they were withered and colorless
and then you thought I was so sweet
for giving you this bundle of dead plants.
It must be me
an uncultured white rose
so out of place
in a world of color and protocol.
every thorn
I've grasped with bloody hands
has reminded me
that my words
are only modulated noise.
I could never give you
the correct time of day
but I can always give you roses.
Cosmetic
I drank too much.
but I wasn't nearly drunk enough
to forget
the look in your eyes
betraying your words
which were betraying me.
it forces me
to wonder which you it was
I met that night.
were you finally yourself
emboldened by beer?
or were you frightened
into acting out a tragedy
written by anonymous ghosts?
I want to silence the thunder
that disturbs your sleep.
I want to touch your face
without make-up.
Black Moon
I want a black moon
silent and without reflection.
I want to clench the stars
between my teeth
until they bleed.
I want a violent wind
to rip through palm branches
like newspaper.
I want every corner of the house
to rattle and moan.
I want to keep
my bloodshot eyes open
all night long
because
I never
want
to dream
again.
Hide-and-Seek
I closed my eyes
and counted to ten
but you wouldn't play.
why hide
when you could never be
anywhere
but here?
reflected in your dark eyes
I seem so small.
and later
while you slept
the air thickened
with all of the questions
I could never ask.
trapped
in a tiny apartment
with too many mirrors.