her manic nights
staying up drinking coffee
sitting in a box
i feel my heart racing
don’t stop just
let it fall out
and scatter everywhere
a fleeting moment in my life
she understands and sleeps peacefully
after a two year absence
it needs to be fixed
he was stuck in traffic
while I was waiting at home
dark lonely empty streets
filled with dim light and filthy puddles
i just must keep working
to stitch up the holes
she knows she must save herself
an angel drunken rosey mess
we drove full speed to the dead end
without looking back
into my sealed heart
undo the thread
to feel the perfumed taste of my skin
i could throw a candle down the stairs
where nothing made all the sense in the world
until i realize
i have always been where i am
we all grow up someday
you saw her standing in front of the mirror
waiting to jump
your eyes smiled at me
and we both forgot the world had ended
i wondered what you saw in your pillow
late at night
while the smoke aired out of the stuffy room
synthetic beats
crushing my ribs flat and painlessly
speaking in half sentences and full truths
no need to sugar coat the past
her beautiful voice singing me to sleep
in your arms
melodies sick with perfection
chirping birds in the morning
before they turn to devils at night
the moon starts to
cast doubt on all i have
forgotten over time
we explore the old graveyard
i wait as my mind plays tricks on my heart
i close my eyes and pedal forward into nothing
in each other’s warm blood streams
fields of poppies and pills we drifted away
on a white cotton couch
late night conversations
missing pieces
painless ending to a chapter
that keeps going
her own shadow
that creeps up to kidnap the echoes
of a beautiful song
i heard the words in my head
that had not yet come out of your mouth
the habit of broken tongues
i read the letter that arrived without a stamp
it must have slipped by unnoticed
*original chance poetry composed in 2004,
included in artist books:
"Cut Up #1" and "Cut Up #2"