Friday, June 12, 2009

Wrecked

With apprehension dripping words
you haltingly perspired
emotions tucked carefully in bag under arm
suffocating the empty love testaments
and furtive collected moments
made tangible in print and forgetfulness
you walked out of my door pursuing rapture
I stumbled through this apocalypse
to find solitude at the center
waiting in crumpled steel and steam engines
I find myself still holding on
white knuckled to your voice

Gravity


Gravity is my enemy.
No, I'm serious.
I'm always falling
one way or another.
It has become difficult
as other aspects of my
handicap
become apparent
to decide which is more painful:
a cement face plant from 6 feet,
or the slightly lesser distance it takes
my heart to reach the floor.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Big Mistake


You're losing me
faster than time.
I'm slipping through your fingers.
Each second, harder to hold on to.
Each minute, further apart.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

insomnia

I woke up last night
while you were still asleep.
I love these silent moments
when my gaze is free to wander
uninhibited in the night
in the shadow of your indifference.