Saturday, July 30, 2011

Friday, July 29, 2011

apathy

the sun has kissed your breasts
left them touched brown
my pencil too, has kissed them
mirroring the sun
i envy neither

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

two can play

i'm no angel
still i believe in them
the only explanation for the feathers
i shake out of our sheets each morning

nor am i a rose
despite the thorns
but i planted a garden full
mismatched riotous splendour

you however,
i imagine clinging to the warm brick
of the wall that gives you all that solid strength
and tilting your face towards the sun that gives me mine

you know how i feel about roses
my garden has room for one disparate flower more
pick any colour you want to be
i don't see a problem here

we know
what butterflies and flowers do
with their free time

untitled

unwieldy metaphor aside,
i'd turn the pages of your heart
lick the still beating blood of it from my fingers
turn again

(if this was your poem,
there wouldn't be any blood
but i don't doubt
love writes in blood)

and yes, i'd smile
don't i always smile?
smile, and turn away

but what is it
you always say?
(besides 'don't hide from me')
you always say,
'you know'

i know.

aftermath/insurance

in the aftermath of last night's storm
i sit, smoke, survey the damage
in a world now so sun-drenched
it defies even the existence of rain

lots of branches down, trees
but it'll be okay
none fell on the roof this time

even if one had
i have faith in our insurance
thanks but no, state farm
i'm doing okay

Friday, July 15, 2011

kiss

i want to kiss
the seagulls
that hover on your lips

they want to fly away

but i say,
just wait
one moment

just one moment

i want
to kiss you

Monday, July 11, 2011

rosary

you brought me roses, she said
worth it, i replied, for your smile
and felt like an idiot
so trite, so cliche

so many, she said
and with the thorns still on
it seemed apt, i said
and felt insensitive

she wove herself a crown
her fingers bled




Thursday, July 7, 2011

atomic

i have this problem
that when we fuck
and your hand is right there
(oh God, oh God, oh God)

i can't help thinking
of the first rain

all those perfect shapes
perfectly falling
in a perfect void

and it's so good
i want to scream