Walking Lyrically

Walking lyrically, I happened upon a list of a stranger's aspirations.
And thought how I'd make making love to you the last of my own.

And you'd be on the list last because I want you to think I want you.
But I want to continue quietly telling myself "I'll be sure to abstain"

without necessarily thinking it the truth, the godawful truth. I
never want to see you again (but, of course, I will).

I'll Serenade You

I'll serenade you
amongst these romantic souls,
and hope that my voice stands

out.

Not because it's awful,
but because it's
sincere.

[Zip down lips direct for this fatlip affect]

Zip down lips direct for this fatlip affect
to say "now go," to say "now" slow just
to savor this breakup a little longer.

Masquerade, clean away the mascara
so that we won't think we know the brink
wellenough to remember how we weren't tough.

Phone Message

* "beep" in an onomatopoeia for 'go' ...and 'stop.' *

-Hi there,
my sincerest apologies for
not having called in so long;
I've been busy breaking down,
and I thought you would have changed by now.
Well,
when you get the chance to speak up,
be sure to scream:
tell me of your weekend, your week,
your seconds and years
without me.
And by the by,
I'm sorry
for everything...
and I lo-

Relieve and Release

Not having picked up again, or
having picked up with a no,
this stranger, this
strange
her
sounded off on
my smile and "sorry"
while her graceful glance and nothingmore
translated to a sweet salvation in isolation.

Untitled

O, how I wish for these days to end,
the hours and thoughts and smiles...

Pet Peeve

You are probably
in bed with your ex
right now
laughing and touching.
Which leaves me
in bed with myself
right now
sneering and staring.

And after I stare at
the floor and ceiling,
trying to decide which
is less boring,
you'll try to decide if I'm
writing about you or another
girl pseudoboyfriendified.

[I've built a home of skin and bone]

I've built a home of skin and bone
to occupy my time when I am alone
because these walls

(cannot and) have not

whispered nor wailed,
nor caressed nor harassed

nor silently failed like the lives that I've known,
all the lives that I've known.
All the lives I've called friends who have not spoken nor shown.

And so alone I'll stay,
quiet and smiling
in my skin and bone home
at my stack of lives
decaying and
piling.

Pull Out The Tea, Pull Out The Lace (An Allegory)

I didn't think that this was worth posting until a friend encouraged me to do so given her enjoyment in reading it. I said "But it's childish," and she replied "Exactly," and I considered how she was right and that's what I was going for in the first place

You see

Out I was, in this grand graceful night,
Navyblue sky, wandering without light
(the moon had capsized, the stars had drown,
the sea of clouds rose up, up, and down).
And within a great wood, I bestowed a great sight.

Through these harshest of winters, it had endured,
An improbable thing by which I had been lured:
The petals of a deceivingly timid flower
maintaining its majesty, its angelics, its power,
and aspiring to inspire while proposing its cures.

And so I took the flower from the ground
held gently in my hand, a Rose up from down.
Well I furiously, passionately, willingly ran
(taking the flower to the nearest flower stand)
escaping from the bats and owls without a sound.

And at that stand I told the good sir
"Please, sir; help me, sir!" "Ah!" he said "Sure!"
He took it from my hand, ever gently so,
and I waved to it as it waved to and fro.
I nodded to its beauty, and he grinned to concur.

On the 7 Train

You look like the kind of girl who deserves a kiss.
You look like the kind of girl who has not been kissed
in a long time.

And I so much so want to kiss you so,
but who am I to intrude on your loneliness?