for the boy with the inflated ego

bobby pin juts out
and your bubble is burst

you were never quite so chilled
as when the fortune cookie divulged,
your life is empty
your heart is bare
and I have no more to give.

He was Love

I found God
and He loved me
I know because
He did what lovers do
He cried too

morning after

oh, i could drink a case of you
and never feel your weight on my eyelids
when the sun wakes up.

poker face off
we bask in the afterglow
like an architects euphoria in seeing the daybreak backdrop
upon their creation.

i'll take my sweet nothings
to go,
soaked in the light of the sun.

the serious man

the distate of gravitas
sour
on dry tongues
innumerable solecisms
unfetter pretenses.

let us say
all the things we
always wanted
and never knew.

let us leap
untethered.

a happy and an ever and an after

i'll carve out a shelf in my heart for you
pack up monoliths of black and white
call crayola and relay it to the factories--
all the yellow in the world is ours

billet-doux

our indian summers are lewd and
never slavish.
but when the blinders catch in the downpour
the steam precipitates


we live for the monsoon.

garbage-bag bones

my summer dress smells like your cologne,
the one you call
your natural smell
it chases my car like a dog on valium.
your phantom fingers on the dashboard
drumming along to boomboomboom.
when i vomit i vomit your Marlboro's
praying it stays down
because i still crave your toxic waste.
and in the end it won't be you
to expire due to your incessant puffing,
it was always me.

aubade

straight-laced mannequins
glass dolls with painted lips

behind a dearth of blood and bones
rapacious parasites venture onward

machination, you
poked logistics in the eye
howling with mirth