The Last I Ever Thought of You, Today

There were never any reasons I could give the rain
to stop the endless pounding on my head;
you with all your talcum spices, scents and marble scars
found a way to sin the rain instead.

Break the lamp, slow, babe.
Break the light down, easy.
Tear my heart out, soft, babe.

I'm over you but still I feel the pain.

Rolling down the broadest lane in traffic swept of all,
fingers clutching tightly to a name,
you were weighing deathly on the edge of what I'd done,
scared that you could steal from me her flame.

Turn the flaps up, slow, babe.
Hang your nightgown, easy.
Pour the wine out, gone, babe.

You've changed but all I see is yesterday.

Close the door now, wait, babe.
Hush the hallway, easy.
Pull the shade down, all the way.

I wouldn't trade today for yesterday.

I would not give you back your yesterday.

Stop Shouting

I'm not saying
I have the answer to everything,
I just seem to fix
all the problems you bring me,
day in and day out.

Does that make me strong,
or you weak?

Or do we dance a paradigm,
like a venus fly trap
and its prey?

In this moment,
who is getting eaten?

Nightcap

Crawling down the liver screw bit and both blasted,
I was wishing she would say the word.
How could I have known the stars took umbrage
to the way I'd combed my hair?

Chili spice mixed death-trip stared
into the space between my lips and
down my throat which tickled for her love.

Give me your love.

Fold it up and pass it underneath
the saffron quilted coat of arms
you squeeled and awed from down the block.

Pumpkin came and went the almond dusted
block of rock went unmolested
in my hands but not in hers.

Hers never shake.

Even when she clutches, breathes the night.

Turning off the light.

Basking, baking, painting next to noon.