Friday, November 30, 2012

I never knew

One thing I never knew
is that I never needed you…
and, I kept that bottled up inside

The other thing I never knew
is that I never loved you…
I'm not even sorry that I lied

When I said you're everything
everything I'd ever need
Oh, you put up quite a fight

Remember when I said you're everything?
everything I'd ever need…
no, you're just another poem to write

For a time I let you touch
the scars I know you need so much
But, I was just filling in that hole

Because when I let you touch
those scars you know I need so much
I thought you also had a soul


Sunday, April 22, 2012

lunging

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dreams have begun to connect

threads and themes that run through

from one night to another

between weeks and days


beautiful faces that influence my waking life

rather that the reverse


horrible events that affect me

more than the visible cuts in my skin


longing and lunging for sleep

from one dream to another

between weeks and days


lovers I cannot contact 

whom hurt and heal


villains I cannot fight

whom taunt and torture


come back to me

into my head

come back into my life

into my reality

come back into my bed

into my sleep


tonight


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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Drip

Just now
Just now, I walked out into the office
And I made them laugh

And I smiled
And I laughed

And they smiled
and they laughed

And when I couldn't take
Any more

I ran to the bathroom
I turned on the light
I looked into the mirror

I watched my smile drip off of my face
And into the sink
And down the drain

Where it belongs

Friday, March 16, 2012

Nigger

For 2 years I was his friend
He was mine
We talked of pain and happiness
I knew his mom's name, and the way his brother died
He knew that I was invited to a
Birthday party just to be pissed upon
He knew I had OD'd when I was in high school
I knew that I was his first white friend
One day I asked why his friends called him
"nigger"
But I could not?
He said... You "can" call me "nigger."
But it will change everything
I called him "nigger"
And I loved him, but I didn't understand.
And neither did he.

I miss him.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

What I do Best

The thing I do best.

The thing I do best.

Is just lean against her forehead and look into her eyes.

The thing I do best.

Is try and get my lips as close to hers as possible without kissing.

Yes, yes...

THAT is the thing I do best.


The thing I do best.

The thing I do best.

Is to place my hand on the small of her back as we walk.

The thing I do best.

Is to let her know... that hand is the strongest and most gentle hand.

Yes, yes...

THAT is the thing I do best.


The thing I do best.

The thing I do best.

Is to put my thumb in her mouth as we kiss.

The thing I do best.

Is to never forget the taste of her mouth and her tongue.

Yes, yes...

THAT is the thing I do best.


The thing I do best.

The thing I do best...

Is to love her like no man has loved.

The thing I do best.

Is to write it in words, that I know, she never has heard.

Yes, yes...

THAT is the thing I do best.



But what is it that TRULY I do best?

HA!


The thing I do BEST....  is to push her away...

and let other men give her their best.