There's always powdered milk on the table when I go home, Soup crackers and rye bread for porridge. It isn't my home-- There's always an empty room for visitors to sleep, To stay. But there's never much room for me. I packed my things last night to runaway, I locked the door and threw my... Continue Reading →
I can't sleep or I'll get drunk, On the lucid liquid I sip in my dreams. If I fall too deep I won't wake up Because I'll dream of you, alive and well, My hair is long and my hands are full With dandelions from the garden we planted. If I sleep I'll remember everything... Continue Reading →
Vinyl We all have edges and grooves, That play sounds. Some aren’t too sweet, Or just ambient. But you play a sound that reminds Me of May, The sun on my face. Your edges aren’t too famous, And mine don’t play well So I’m glad I found you; I think you've become my favourite record.
There was never enough of you to go around; But I dished you out into small servings For the girls around the table. I told them how happy I've been Full and giddy, With delight. Sharp and bleeding, Like I pressed the rose too hard When you handed it to me. You're worried I'll spread... Continue Reading →
Love Love is the bottom of a wine bottle Days after a good party and a bad hangover— Sticky and black. Love is a conniving frienemy That poisons you blind— Forges entrapment for release, For happiness. Love is patient, love is kind, It does not envy, it does not boast, It seduces, it destroys, It... Continue Reading →
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Legacy: Block
If I was forced to write a poem about you I’d sit staring and startled at a blank piece of paper. You see, I’ve been going through a bout of bad writer’s block, Where my tongue seems to be stuck between my teeth Fetching the scattered words Lost between bone and gum. It’s not that... Continue Reading →
Etiquette
I have no fork or spoon to eat you with, Just my heart and my hands To hold you, And call you mine For as long as this meal lasts. But I've starved myself of this food For so long that my body forgets the Ritual, the ediquette And the holy words that come before... Continue Reading →
Sip
Sip I was never thirsty to begin with I just needed my heart quenched And my mind soaked; And a bottle of wine just happened to be Conveniently placed On the shelf at the wine store. My heart isn’t broken, But if it was, I wouldn’t tell you. I just like the taste— It’s a... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 