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Hang On

we drove uptown
in your beat up chevy
with your right headlight
hanging from its socket

you turned to me
to say with a grin
that this life
had made you crazy

‘we’re in this together,’ I said,
‘and we’re going to die
holding each other’s hand
even if they’re separated from our bodies.’

your eyes suddenly lit up with glee
you cupped my cheek with your palm
before slapping the shit out of me

as we crashed through
the department store  window
I reached for your hand
to find you’d tucked and rolled from the car

The blood poured from my head
as I lit my last cigarette
and waited for the police

you were long gone
with no bodily harm
when they pried me
from the passenger seat

men in blue uniforms
cast looks of concern
watching me squirm on
bloody concrete with a smile

I could barely open my eyes
but it was your name that I cried
though I cannot even
remember it now

the I.V. was uncomfortable and
the doctors were quite unconvinced
that my stay on this Earth
would take up much of their time

you didn’t bring flowers
when you finally showed your face
offering no apology or excuse
you messed up my hair and just left

though I remember little of you now
to this day, I can’t bring myself
to ever trust a stranger again

re-learning to walk
my hands were sweaty on the rails
as my hospital gown
started to catch fire

the orderlies exclaimed
carrying me from the flames
‘dear God just give me a break!’

through the front entrance
they carried me to you
you reeked of gasoline
with a slight hint of sulfur

‘I came to rescue you,’
you cooed to me
‘they were killing you in there!’

running your fingers
through my singed hair
you placed me in the passenger seat
of your new automobile

before driving away
you walked to the front of the car
dislodged your right headlight
and peeled out of the parking lot

gripping my hand tightly
as we drive off to die together


Self-Esteemed Princess

No full body coverage
She takes it all in stride
Clothed in technicolour
All the others black and white

She’s dressed to kill
And kill she will
While the roars of the crowd
Are becoming shrill

Step and pivot
Show the people what you’ve got
Stop and turn
The bar is your catwalk

Affection is your drug tonight
Mixed with cocktails and beer
Scan the crowd to see
Who takes you home from here

Yet, slumped in your chair
Heavy breath rising in cold air
The attention will fade
And they’ll just leave you there


Shifting Light

the late night clouds
are making faces at me.
I retort
with clouds of my own.

billowing smoke
rising upward
from an open mouth
that is sure
to join them
soon.

the stars attempt
to make me smile
yet they
will leave me, too.

the sunrise
will pick up
their task
but,
eventually,
give up
and burn
my skin.

isn’t it a shame?

with so much
beautiful scenery
all I can do
is stare
at my feet.

at least
the grass
is green
on this side.

right?


Song and Dance

just you and I
dancing under
a bare bulb.
we had no radio,
so I sang to you
as we swayed
to the rhythm
of my voice

the lack
of furniture made
for a perfect
dance space.
clutter
was never
our thing.

your nose
brushed against
my neck and
you smiled

you never
smile anymore.

my song hummed
against your eardrum
your breath
tickled my senses

now
I sing
the same song
under the same bulb,
but
my dance
is with this
bottle.

you’re out
dancing, too,
with someone
who cannot sing
nearly
as well
as I can.


Aviary

love is
a bird.
it floats
in the
sky
so gracefully.
you want,
so badly,
for it to
perch on your
shoulder.

love is
many birds
soaring and circling
high above your
head.
without a care
they fly,
or so
it would appear
by the look
of their dance.

some
you will
never
know.
some,
from time
to time,
will rest
on your
finger.

a great many
will perch
upon your
waiting shoulder
with tired wings,
fascinated
by its comfort,
but
you make
a sudden move
to gently
stroke its head
and it will
frantically
flutter away.

yet,
there are a few
who will
make you feel
as though you’ve
captured
beauty.
nestled with you,
they will coo
and
tell you
they will
never
fly away.

it will come
as a sudden
shock
when you feel
the stab
of its beak
digging
through your neck.
it is
your heart
it wants.
not for cherishing,
but
devouring.

so
you must
push it
away,
even when
the thought
of life
without it
kills
you.
but life with it
will kill you
faster.

your hand
shoves it
away
and you
return your gaze
to the sky,
hoping
for a bird
that is
a vegetarian.


A Smoker’s Torment

Oh
how I long
to quit you

With
dry mouths and
stained teeth

They
whisper to
their habit:

You
make my clothes
stink of shame

You
make my skin
sag and wrinkle

You
make me stop
everything for you

You
can’t tell me
what you do for me

They
take a look
and ponder the choice

It
looks so harmless
and so inviting

They
spark the flame
and give in

It
seems to have
won this time


Born Too Late

What can you do
When you’re born
Too late?

What can you do
When you’ve missed
The ones with something to say?

I take long walks
Down semi-crowded
Sidewalks

I can hear
The thumping

Tribal

Primal

Devoid of emotion

Masturbatory limericks
Clouding my head
Making it pound

It eminates
From cars passing
All the same

With a sigh
I drop my chin

What do you do
When you’re born
Too late?

All the beautiful women
Have nothing to say
They just want to
Dance and shake

But the dance has
Lost its art
Its elegance is gone

All that stands now
Is foreplay

Primal

Loveless

Nothing to do
When you’re born
Too late.

When love is an illusion
Wrapped in sweat
And stinking of booze

The dance floor fills
As the alcohol spills
And I am pushed

Pushed into the corner

From here

From here I watch

From here I watch the people

All the men
Who lean across the tables
On their elbows

They fein interest

They’re not listening
It’s a game
They’re not listening
They’re nodding their heads

But they’re not listening

They give all
The right responses
Pre-rehearsed and practiced

But they’re not listening

They can only envision bare flesh
Naked pleasure followed
By adandonment

Yet I am still listening

I know everything
And have nothing

Nothing to do
When you’re born
Too late.

Nothing to do
But sit and wait
For a time to shine

In a room with dim lights


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