Nocturne
For whatever reason the rain falls
with only half its heart tonight, moreso
starlight morose
along my skin, however the thought
was too much
& not enough. So thoroughly I fell
into love, an obsessional
concerning gold, golden, & gold-filled darknesses,
concerning how darkness makes a puzzle
out of you. Moreover, if I could
swallow the night
as the night swallows me.
rusted metal sunshine
Maybe you noticed when you started school. On the playground there were primary colors. There was the smell of juice dribble on pavement with ants, rusted metal sunshine, dust on rubber like kickball if you don’t want to play just sit in the dugout or maybe, maybe you had to play for gosh knows why. There were all the other children and you were there too. Well, I mean, it was more like you were near there. Or beside there. Definitely you were near beside there. Definitely you were not with the other children. Always not with. Indefinitely. It was lonely and made you tired and that’s just the way it was and is forever and ever amen.
yours
call me a
one-trick pony, a two-trick tramp, or a
three-trick delirious bitch; call me a
late-night doll
wind me up and bend me over, pose
me perfect and crave me madly
pierce my porcelain
skin and paint me red; call me an
off-kilter hit or miss, a stand-in to
pull out
call me crazy and call me yours