always running now
always needing to flush twice
it annoys me so
slit my supple wrist
with your jagged rapier wit
dripping garnet stains
bleach away my wrongs
scrub until my knuckles crack
invisible lies
shrouded gaze falling
turned away, never looked back
failing his harsh light
thumping hollow man
echoing across... across
returning to me
Waiting for Dessert
you were there laughing
those black and white checkered coats
so matchy matchy
houndstooth sisters watch
a cake he would not buy me
sliced or otherwise
leaving the toilet
you approached, searching for me-
or was it the pie?
maybe i was drunk
or maybe i wasn't yet
just kind of tipsy
friday night ended
with coffee and smuggled cake
by the light of a star-bucks
it was nice- your call
checking on my arrival
we were safely home
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she was shocked to find
when faced with his blase doubt
truth beneath her lie
I'm not coherent or straight-edge (str8-edge) enough this morning to respond in kind, so I'll respond in this kind. Section One dazzled with me those stark realities, wizardly woven with flowers and candy-canes. Part Two made me smile. In that way, where one wonders, and one ponders these truths we hold to be self-evident, until we realize they aren't. Also known as, "battle of elusivity."
fourteen fifty nine:
tasteless chocolate sweetness
is that possible?
sugar on your lips
yet on the tongue no joy there
possible and sad
sweetness her eyes
yet the heart is bitter still
no treat for you there
no excuse offered
he is what he is but here
should i be happy?
not sweet nor salty
flavorless on waiting tongue
i crave more than this
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