sweetly faded

what a small little piece
of fabric
from an old sock
it's the cuff
i made my best friend out of it
the rest, that is
there are three parts
i need one
at least
whether i wear it
or hold it, hug it kiss it, cry onto it, tug at the pieces of string loosened
by my love
for you, everyone
the emotions i pore into this once
dirty sock

dried flowers and little sewn doves

i dreamed i was operating on my lungs. when i left the clinic i was the assistant and i picked up my jewelry from the asphalt. as i walked to the set, you followed me in your car. i refused your offer of a ride and climbed up the moss covered hill myself. surprised at seeing you once i got to the top, i rolled down the other side. it turns out it was all a prop.

what to do when bones scare you more than worms

back when i could breathe in public
you caught my eye
sucking on one end of a self rolled cigarette, what else?
that sweet smelling bag tucked back neatly in the pocket of your weathered coat
classical music intertwined with the smoke and haze
i bet you listened the whole time
your garbage bag suitcase had one small tear
and pieces of leaves were stuck in the mishmash of your jagged hair and rotten beard
the holes in my jeans let the breeze get me
but i didn't feel a thing
while i let my eyes do the examination

just a few.

this time

i remember why so clearly now
i'm not going to succumb this time around though
he may have inspired me
once
but now it's going somewhere else

trick question

if you ever broke down
fog filled lung cavities
are they on fire
or just relaxing?
please don't pound
in my head.
i want you, do you feel the same?
is my heart so see-through
like my pinhole lens
remember ellis island
when they spread butter on bread.
separate the fruit flies
before their nap is over.

spaceball

telling the truth apparently doesn't always warrant respect.