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I fear irony more than anything
Give me spiders in my bed
Snakes in my sneakers
Clowns in dark corners.
Spare me the irony of waking up on the brightest of mornings
Overflowing with pleasant thoughts
and thinking to share them
Yet hearing only my echo in response.

Bon appetit

Like a match, i struck my hand against the pillow case
and lit the candle in my head
To see that after four lonesome hours in the waiting room,
& three more in the car,
I'm sure that I'll be so close to dead
That I won't worry inside the shaky elevator.
Or about the shaky girl.
Or the rest of this shaky world.
I'm too good at forgetting to remember why I shouldn't trust you.
& you're too good at remembering to let that change.
When my stomach cries, you feed me.
While I circle around the fact that you're hungry too.
With a starving look on your face,
You live your life beside the deli counter
cutting all the lines.

Being what it is

Fuck you and your policy.
Fuck you and your cold, oatmeal words.
Fuck you and your random attempts to save some grace.
Fuck you and your whimsically Windex wisdom.
Fuck you and your soft skin and swirling eyes, all quiet and stern
Fuck you and your passion, your off-white lies, your anger.
Fuck you and your deception.
Fuck you for all of this and things I swore would only be ours.
Yet I praise you for your kindness, your thoughtfulness and your laugh.
And against my best judgment, I wait for you for your love.

A game of inches

That could easily be me.
So I know you will be you.
And he will be he.
And all three will be fine, eventually.
Separately, at least.
I guess I just feel badly for the baby.

in the pitch black
with a fading headlamp
i fought to keep you happy
fought the thoughts that made me whole
and the songs that brought me home
i felt the heat of demon breath
eat the frost upon my neck
and now that the ghosts are gone
and the coast is clear and the lights are on
i see them smiling
i think you're smiling
please don't bother me again

it rained for forty days
on their black clothes and red roses
government backed forces wrestled a
protest that still smolders
her forty first day somberly broke
through dark gray clouds that rose like thick smoke
and the sun shone as hope on young girl's mourning sea
its waves humming wildly
their voices all crying
"Allah wa Akbar, Allah wa Akbar."
far, far away in a worried western world
their echo bending into tune

Familiar Song

you burn like alcohol inside my veins
your Trojan horse inside my soul
a pisces, yes, posses me in your reins
behind you close the bedroom door

i cross my T's on your permission slip
no need to read of what i sign
its wrong, i know, oh yes i get the gist
your sickness soon becoming mine

for sometimes i am God and
sometimes im the devil
and tonight
im somewhere in between
these sheets
and your skin
and your bones
and your loneliness is over on the floor
next to your clothes

and in the morning as poison subsides
its half life hides that we have crossed the line
the line of love and up the wall of lust
that i tore down to keep you satisfied

my levy mind is parched, i do regret
the words i showered just to keep you wet
but when you weathered what i had to give
i had to go again to win...

for sometimes i am God and
sometimes im the devil
and last night i was somewhere in between
so ill bear these chains
and abstain from these games and
pray to save you from the same

tainted frame of darkened days
eluding graves in a ravens open field
praising scarecrows beneath a nimbus dawn
and kneel upon Novembered earth

for when we claim that we're Gods
we're just crawling to the devil
and we all fall somewhere in between

Stained Glass Face

You were a dream that I had
Starry eyed and falling o'er yourself
A touch of makeup but I could still make out your freckles
We watched the sun burn from east to west

I woke with my outstretched hand inside a garbage can
Hollow-bellied, naked-footed, empty-pocketed
I wandered til it was time for bed again

You came to me as thunder does the beach
And loved me as far as my time would reach
Not for nothing, for I did do the same
The waves echoed like a passing plane

I woke with a birthday party smile
etched upon my stained glass face
I climbed your fire escape and waited til the sun came up
and let the colors illuminate your place

Perfectly, your eyes, they grew wide
Sighed at the sight of a pristine smile
that swept across your face just like a breeze
I felt so wholesome the next moment I looked at you
As if we had silently agreed
To this love

I laugh when she pouts and says "I hate this game."

The noise from the alley poured in through the opening window like a flood
and for first time all week I had felt the least bit alive.
a cool breeze fluttered in
it felt like a backrub to my bare skin
normally, a 27 would sound nice
but all i could hear were slow, unconscious breaths

I let my eyelids fall and recalled years passed to try and find a buzz
black licorice, stale bread, house music and coconut lips
someone's calling. I'm letting them down tonight.
I was dead alone, courteous enough to keep to myself

around nine am, the sun would warm the room with an expressionless stare
a witless nun, a salesperson of sorts
it will just hang there as if to ask 'When should I leave?'

the grinding of tires and sand on the pavement
makes me want to put on my shoes
and call a cab
but by the time I get up, the music will have stopped
and everyone will have taken their respective chairs