July 2010
Jamey
Summer glow on
Summer skin,Summer fun on a
Summer’s whim
Summer sand and
Summer surf,
Summer simple,
Summer hurt.
September 2011
Cody
The most disturbing mirrors have no glass in them,
But are instead made of flesh.I looked into to you, and for a moment thought I saw myself.
The old cliché of us, eyes that exchange conversation,
Disintegrating the thick blackness of our animated outlines.
Clever words that mean nothing, a bathroom needing to be cleaned.
September 2011
Burn Run
Monica slides into the seat beside mine,
The contents of her telltale clutchResisting its zipper closure.
My blood hums in my ears,
Almost as loud as the engine beneath my foot.
Hot glass against our thumbs,
As my car fills with the aroma of Christmas.
At least, that’s how it seems to us.
I marvel at the lemmings to either side of us,
Eyes forward, gotta make good time.
Mid-afternoon, surely we are bold,
Laughing because it doesn’t matter—
Look, Moni, I can steer with my knees.
I suppose everyone writes about drugs,
I only do it to make myself look tougher than I am.
But right now, all I give a shit about
Is finding a motherfucking Taco Bell.
Transcendence is an illusion, universalism is a farce.
If I kiss my best friend, I can blame it on the pot.
Isn’t this just a way to escape ourselves?
October 2011
Floor Show
We shared a moment, encapsulated in anticipation,
Your eyes met mine before my heels met the stage.The first chord was yours and you single-handedly
sent electricity coursing through my veins.
Blue lights caught the glitter, plastered meticulously
Like smattered flashbulbs around my eyes.
Steel boning, straining to confine as I open my mouth,
My voice defeating its efforts, the whitest of lies.
November 2011
New Bedroom Furniture
Pieces, strewn across my bedroom rug
Burns on my knees and elbowsGrazing as we twist and screw
Together pieces of particle board posing for hard
Wood, plastic and smooth to the touch
Me in ways that cannot be taken back
To back we sleep, indifferent to one
Another one night stand
Beside me, as I keep falling
Into you, I breathe harder as we
Part ways, part worlds
Apart in time and space and motivation.
I’ll miss you, Haircut.
December 2011
Said is Spoken
A ribbon of smoke trickled from the end of my lit cigarette,
Strangling the smell of the softly settling snow.This winter had been mild, but not as mild as you, in fact—
In all my life, I never knew such guileless curiosity.
I’ll never forget the trepidation in your voice, the fear in your eyes,
As you gave to me that tiny bit of information.
Somewhere, I already knew.
The seemingly harmless pair of friends, entering a bar,
Dangerously close to one another, the mark of lovers.
Stolen glances in places of professional practice,
Where affairs like yours are strictly, explicitly forbidden.
But I congratulated you.
Between best friends, said is spoken, and spoken sealed.
I look into his eyes, say good morning with a smile.
He doesn’t know that I know, and doesn’t that just add to the fun?
He’s pretentious in his sweater-vests, pedantic with his fixtures.
It makes me laugh, because you and he are just precisely alike.
February 2012
Log Cabin
Cold.
Feels good in my lungs—
I’ve been choking them for two hours,
After all.
Compulsively sating my fixation,
Praying for a chance just to hear him speak.
Poems.
I hang on his words,
Like my underwear on his bedpost.
Retreat.
A heavy latch, horizontal mortar.
My tears in the sink, but no mirror.
Knives.
For a moment, lodged
Underneath my emotions.
Child.
Unaccustomed to being refused,
Someone should have beaten the shit out of you.
Pathetic—
An attempt at eloquent insult,
Rubbing salt in your own wounds.
Behind.
Where I’m leaving it, and leaving you;
You never could keep up.
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