Wednesday, April 9, 2008

4am high on life and High Life and gin

They patented diet life today
A single pill to appease
this calorie tragic economy.
Less people to feed
more money to increase
Nuclear Instability.
We just pretend it’s not happening.


We went to a show to see
the famous magician
with his invisible tricks
it seemed cheap to me
but I guess that’s how
he keeps them secret.

I stayed for half of it
then crept quietly out to the street
pleased with my own disappearing act abilities.

The drunken gentlemen in the half lit alley
applauded my magical feat.


We came across a hole in the ground
bought some shovels
and went to town
digging till our blisters bled
and the dirt walls stood
higher than our heads
basking in our kingdom
with its rivers of red
we lay on the banks
and watched the suns set
and while the walls caved in
we hedged our bets
waiting for the earth
to swallow our last breaths

But if you ask us in an hour or two
our lips won’t spill Regrets

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

pet poltergeist

You found me in the field
on the blanket he left in my trunk
where I wrote
alone in the park
at the mouth of nature
with the humdrum of the city
three feet past the trees.
I stay until its dark.

You have a cute smile
and a fine pair of eyes
I want to take you
home with me
I’ll paint your picture
and we’ll unmask your disguise.

Let’s go for a ride
Just for one night
Let’s go for a ride

I let you drive my car
I like your hands on my steering wheel
and the decisive way you manipulate the gears
so I stay silent when you pass by my house.

You play at playing at make believe
it's in those fine eyes
and the way you tease.
But I have these strawberry dreams
And anthills underneath my feet
And pockets full of weeds

And incoherence
And an inability to commit
was the cost of this disease.

I’d like to ask the man
who said it was ok to have dreams
what he was thinking
and how he sleeps.

The truth is
The real reason
I can’t commit
Is this

knee weakening, earth shattering
uncontrollable, unreasonable

Of becoming your pet poltergeist
placed on a pedestal
above your mantelpiece
where you keep all your failed relationships
and the keys
that open doors to nothing.

some day, if only, yesterday, history, pretend

Some day
if only
and we are here today
used to be’s
have been already
and now they’re
dead and gone and done

Why not keep thinking about them?
Why not keep reliving the same moments?
Tonight, let’s just pretend.

Let’s pretend…
Let’s pretend there is no connection
never was
a connection
so Intangible
No sharp silk threads
cutting tenderly
loose on your end
Let’s just pretend.

Let’s pretend…

Let’s pretend I never wrote
that poem
suck that ink
back into my careless
guilty pen
And let’s just pretend.

Let’s pretend…

Let’s pretend you felt something
when you brushed against me
and then those feelings
and became
something more
Tonight, let’s just pretend.

Let’s pretend…that I might have meant
to you
for a brief moment
Let’s just pretend.

And tomorrow, you can pretend
That we didn’t pretend.

But tonight -
Let’s just pretend.

Monday, April 7, 2008


I am the woman inside
that bulletproof glass box
past the merry go round
behind the concession stand
in the prison striped tent
next to the two headed man
who will sell your fortune
for 5 dollars
and a fat tip.
Ticket holders only.

Stop that smile before it touches your eyes
keep your hands pressed tightly
at your sides.
Look but don’t touch.
Look but don’t touch.

Take a moment
to remember how to breathe
and then teach me
the right way
to choke down this atmosphere.

This air
is thick with detachment.

One deep breath
is enough to keep us


for eternity.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Night Walk

We chose the path beneath our feet and soon,
began to walk. Beyond the fields from whence
we came, the houses where we ate and slept
content to keep on marching, stamping out
the fear that lurks inside our heaving chests
with knees and feet that creak and sway and eyes
that close against revealing light and sights
that should be kept under the swath of night.

We chose the path beneath our feet and soon
began to climb. Without a thought to wind
or rain or voices calling out the time.
As raspy breaths like thunder loudly roll
in tiny fragile chests, before silence
takes hold and strangles brewing storms
and leaves us once again in quiet thought
our failing limbs keep pacing slowly past
the relentless dead of night.

We chose the path beneath our feet
and walked into the night.