I Spy

Instant response,
shoulders shrugging.
Mind hugging lines drawn
by thrashing through the air.
Joyride til we find
where we left our thoughts,
probably hanging from a tree.

Dankkkkk

No flow she screamed and
jaws hit the floor
falling three stories.
Cracked concrete outlined
outrage
for her vile central existence.
Clearly they’ll let
just anyone in these days…

Sash

Coma remix my transparent hands,
I’m touching your heart I think.
Reaching out but forgetting extension,
I’m swirling. Gotten a hold of your lungs.
Reconfessing all my favourite sins to you,
maybe fabricate a few for good measure.
Manually breathing my flames, you plunge
into subconscious love,
the only real thing there ever was.

Miss Kraze

And they played dubstep at her funeral.
Watching from a distance while they
cried to the tune of disgusting Omens.
Too dark they said. Too much to bare.
Was this some kind of sick joke?
But she laughed from her pedestal
as the dub took them in.
Slowly sullen heads turned to
slightly bobbing, until there were only
dry eyes in the house.
Memory got lost and left.
They simply kept dancing because
all the songs became one.

Four hours later someone
remembered to be sad
and shed a tear between sets.

Homage

Going in for the kill.
I hope you can understand,
maybe skream a little louder.
Melt your face off.
I left my name at the door.

3x5

You told me you loved me
as John Mayer did the same,
and though you said it with conviction
I couldn’t help but wonder
if you were just singing along...

She Knows

I sing you my
broken record song
only because I love you
enough to apologize
every time.
I’m getting a new needle,
I promise.

Adoration

I was clinging to the sides
for dear life
as I poured my soul out.
By the time I realized how much
I was saying, the room
was flashing lights.
Now I have height, a shadow,
and room to fall.

Footprints

I watched your footprints, not feet,
lead away from me.
Thought maybe if I thought
you were only a ghost
feelings could be phantom too.
But when you stopped walking
and my eyes caught up to
the souls of your feet,
I felt. Meaning materialized
and senses were no longer pallid.
Maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so much
if there weren’t another
set of footprints
running alongside yours.
She had feet too.
She wasn’t a ghost either.
She was the steady stream of companionship.
The footprints
I could never be.

Plan C

The last time I said I love you
and meant it
you struck the words straight to the ground
and they found new meaning
mingling with the dirt.
Building up a tolerance for bovine lies,
I waited to pick them back up.
This time I’ll be more vigilant, maybe
launch them right at you,
square in your eyes so that when dirt
trickles off and clouds your vision you won’t know,
it was love that hit you.

But dust clears.