ArchaeologyYou have been claimed.Archaeology in Free Verse More Like This
I have seen my competition holding perfumed picks
and daggers in their eyes.
They know the value of the treasure I have found,
but I'm already in your skin.
While I'm here, in my space beside your heart,
would you mind if I gently took a rib?
This is archaeology, my love.
I will sew you up with kisses;
stitch you up with x's and oh's
x's and oh's
Hold me steady,
while I chisel our names into the bone that crossed your heart,
like kids in campus trees:
I will sacrifice a rib if you will do the same.
We will tie a bow around them, and send them into space,
and Orion and Andromeda will be as jealous as the rest
when they read our names upon our bones
and see our love alive inside the marrow.
This is archaeology.
Long after we are dead, our story will live on.
We Are FingersCovetous, we seek and grasp for pleasure.We Are Fingers in Free Verse More Like This
We taste the world like the tongue,
and learn from experience.
Dexterous, we teach
with exercised skill.
Practice makes perfect;
and we are perfect tools,
extensions of a perfect machine.
Wasting DaysCicadas are like egg timersWasting Days in Free Verse More Like This
reminding you that this thing will soon be over.
These summer days and summer nights
shall soon fall bare and breathless into winter.
Drink it in
before life returns to cold
love returns to never-was.
AvianYou used to tell her she had bird bones -Avian in Free Verse More Like This
it was only a joke,
but you would hold her tightly
so she could not fly away.
Now you carry starlings in your pockets
to feel their little hearts
fluttering much like hers did
when you lay your head upon her chest,
heart beating the way yours did,
before she flew away with it
as you always knew she would.
Tonight you are haunted
by a swan with a broken neck.
It is a dream,
just a nightmare,
but you know that it is her...
She has returned to you
decked out in feathers,
choking on a heart,
and you're frightened as hell
at how god damn beautiful
she is in broken symmetry,
but you find relief in your fistfuls of feathers.
Love Bite, Fire FightWhen your virgin heart's been bittenLove Bite, Fire Fight in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by a love that makes you burn,
with a voice from deep within
you sing your bliss without concern.
Once burned, twice shy,
afraid that love is just a lie.
You let your bleeding heart drip dry
and give it all another try.
Letter to No One, NowDear _ _ _ _Letter to No One, Now in Letters More Like This
You were so much wasted energy.
I want you to know that you are my biggest mistake. You're a blot on my record and I want nothing more than to rip out the page.
I can't believe how much time I spent thinking of you, and how little you spent on me.
That's the difference; I was always willing to pay more because I thought that the cost was worth it.
All the things that I gave you, you never returned: not my friendship, not my love, because you never learned how. You never grew up. You are selfish and emotionally stunted.
You never really cared for me, even when you thought you did. You never cared for me the way you should have. You have always taken me for granted, because you know me -
I'm the one who is filled with second chances; if I love you I will pardon your sins. And you know you'll screw up,
but it won't matter - because I'm a doormat.
You'll step on me, and say you're sorry, and know that I'll forgive you in the end.
DorianHe strides in with golden shoes,Dorian in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
smelling like he bathed in booze,
showing off his new tattoos,
and taboos he bought in every hue.
"Possessions and pleasures, sustain me."
He turns from the mirror to his bed,
king-sized, silk sheets in shades of red,
lays down his sweaty, aching head,
prays again with fear his soul is dead,
"Possessions and pleasures, sustain me."
Acid RainThe storm approaches with the nightAcid Rain in Free Verse More Like This
approaches with you
Taking the breath out of my lungs
out of the room
out of the world
Taking the breath from my lungs
And the room
And the world
You take it all
And give back more than I can take
The storm is nigh
And the air is so heavy
A thing so crushing
Like I am buried under sand
But I am buried by you
Buried with you
at least you are buried too
Crushed by the weight
Like a tin can
In the hand
Of a frat boy
But you are still dancing
The sky is black, now
Like the mascara running down your face
The clouds are the color of venom
Lit with a sickly glow
Like your wan skin
Beneath the flicker of the fluorescent lights
It looks like acid rain tonight
Here comes the lightning
But you are laughing
Spinning in dizzy circles
Like you are dancing
While you're crying
Maybe the clouds cry for you...
Maybe the sky bleeds for you...
It looks like acid
Sister, can you spare me a seashell?I.Sister, can you spare me a seashell? in Free Verse More Like This
Last week she had asked me, "Sister, can you spare me a seashell? This town it is loud, but my thoughts, they are louder. I need to drown them like so many sailors lost in a sudden storm."
I told her that she needed to seek help instead of seashells; they did not hold the ocean and could not drown her thoughts.
Then my frustration melted to see her so suddenly as I had not since we were children, when she would beg, her eyes wide with fear, to check beneath our bed before she could sleep. She was scared of the dark and the darkness never seemed to leave her.
She looked so small as she walked away without the hope she came for and so broken when she paused by the door to say, "but I have tried everything else."
I saw her yesterday,
sleeping in the shallows
with her feet
A Colder Kind of LongingHis gaze lingered warm on the icicle,A Colder Kind of Longing in Free Verse More Like This
mind stuck to the idea
of his eyes melting her into a woman.
If the water were to drip
and freeze anew,
it would shape her dress tighter
than the outside chill,
but leave her hair flowing like a snowdrift.
Her eyes would be December-bright,
her laugh like chatter at the hearth.
He knows her heart'd be frozen
by the nature of her birth,
but yearns to be the man
that'd thaw her out.
Morning PerspectiveNothing registered untilMorning Perspective in Free Verse More Like This
I heard a wet crack on the honey-toned floor.
I had dropped the egg and
only two thoughts cycled through my mind;
"that's a metaphor for a broken heart"
"damn, ain't that a mess."
These are interchangeable.
But it's too early in the morning
for thinking deep,
so I drank coffee and watched
the dogs eat the yolk instead;
all the while reaching for another egg,
"And here's my metaphor for moving on."
Stillness in the Living RoomI thought about becoming the couch;Stillness in the Living Room in Free Verse More Like This
half-reclining into cushions
while letting the tawny rosebud patterns
imprint on my skin,
my eyes blending in
with the brass nubs on the arms.
I fill my padded lungs with smells of home.
I exhale dust.
Footprints in the SnowThey're meant for melting,Footprints in the Snow in Free Verse More Like This
and someday all this ground will hold
is memories of walking together,
and walking away.
We will not forget.
Time will do that for us.
A Different Kind of BittersweetThe rocking of the bus reminded meA Different Kind of Bittersweet in Free Verse More Like This
of how I fell asleep on your shoulder
in my father's car.
While I stared out that window today
at the mountains you never saw,
I remembered the feel of your suit
against my cheek,
the delicate fragrance of the carnation
resting in your breast pocket,
and I can't help but wonder
if you're ever pulled into our past
by moments in the present
that we'll never share.
PerspectiveA father hears his sonPerspective in Free Verse More Like This
crying out for him
as the doctors insert a tube
down his throat
so that the food can fill out
his skeletal limbs
rather than flowing through the hole
in the side of his throat.
To buy the life of his five-year-old boy
he had to sell his home.
And here I am stuck between
two girls complaining about
how the world is unfair because
our country can afford
to salt the roads
and stain their little suede boots
that are twice the cost of payment
for that dying son.
Learning from the BirdsIn truth, I was lured by the gulls.Learning from the Birds in Free Verse More Like This
Their throaty song cut through the dawn
and who am I to resist such morning psalms?
Blinds so drawn they were watertight,
I could not help but play with the
smooth nylon rope and brace my eyes
to the glory the birds were
so adamantly praising.
With a tug that damned the sleep hanging from my shoulders,
my world went from black-and-white dust to
the full spectrum of beauty.
The mountains curved like a giant's hips,
in a dress that smelled of pine;
the new sun a broach against her breast.
I understand the clamor of the birds
because who am I to stand muted
when given something to sing about?