handle with care.i got your box in the mail. the one with allhandle with care. in Free Verse More Like This
the stamps. it was bent and torn and taped
up again. so you've sent me your love? with
one simple instruction: handle with care.
i don't think i can manage two hearts at once.
so i'll have to give you mine. i hope you don't
mind. it's a little bruised and broken. but i
think it works just as well.
you have this idea that my hands are beautiful
enough to hold yours. well my rose colored glasses
must have broke. but you are still the sad and lovely
boy with the bright and passionate mouth.
friday night ghostsyour lips touch my lipsfriday night ghosts in Free Verse More Like This
and your fingers
cold iron bars
on my neck.
our hearts are the noise
the television fuzz
echoing in my bedroom.
i have the empty feeling
of a frigid night
lighting gone somewhere
beyond the line of sight.
were friday night ghosts
made of dissipating vapors
in the wind, in the wind.
lets split open our hearts
on the hardwood floor
and count every saved up cent.
cause now i dont feel
like feeling any more
sunshine on my face.
sweet releaseit didnt matter that you were grasping my limbs and folding them away as the water swept up over my face again. that was one more time than i could remember where i almost couldnt breath, liquid like ice filling up my lungs before you pulled me up again. pulling me close and holding me to your warm chest.sweet release in Free Verse More Like This
im sorry, im sorry you would whisper. and i would always forgive you, with a cough and water spilling from my lips, tears springing to my eyes.
and then down again.
the cold was always the first shock. and then after the fear shrank away, there was only the empty numbness creeping through my body, and your face looking down on me. and me looking up at your face.
and then the swirls of water would melt with the color of your skin, and your phantom eyes would burn into my mind. my eyelids would begin to close, eyelashes frozen against my cheek. and nothing but the last thing i heard would play as a hollow sound inside my head.
im sorry, im
flies in the kitchenI can watch you from my kitchen window. Youre smoking a cigarette right down to the bud. I envy the way you can curl your smoke into little rings that swim up and splatter into fog against the roof of your front porch. I put my lips against the cold tin mouth of my Arizona tea and pretend its your mouth. Its hot like hell all around me. Or maybe heaven, since its closer to the sun. I can watch you from my kitchen window while I sit on the counter with my feet in the sink. The drip drips land on my toes and I squint one eye and aim for my chipped-polish nail. The weather channel said this is a drought. Everyones yards are cardboard brown and too brittle to walk on barefoot. I wonder if standing outside in the hissing sight of the sun would be worth the hope of catching your attention. I dont know how or why you can sit in the heat. With a hot bud between your lips.flies in the kitchen in Free Verse More Like This
Its hell outside. I pretend its winter and that the glare is the from the w
insomniaci can't sleep becauseinsomniac in Free Verse More Like This
im thinking about scary movies
rough hands and your mouth.
the way it moves when you mumble and
the crease at the corner when you smile.
i keep singing the same song
by that boy everybody loves
about feeling alone, so alone.
so now i think about my life and how
it seems so empty for all i pull into it
and i want to cry but i wont because
it doesn't help at all.
i just pretend you're coming
to see me maybe tomorrow
and i pretend i have you to
look for when i wake up.
i can almost feel you holding
on to me, onto my hand like
there's nothing more real
in the whole wide world than
what is here between us.
im not sure where you will be in
the next days and months and years
but i can't sleep because i'm still
thinking about you and the way
your arm used to rest in the small
of my back.
and the way you would pull the sheets up
all the way to your chin in your sleep.
and the whispers that
passed between our lips
like the kisses we shared
while imagining we were
the only o
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and fly with a serious grin
straight at the moon
we play real life
and write lovely words
on each others hands
my only desire
we light the nights
flies of fire
hang them in jars
from telephone wires
we are white rabbits
plugging up wormholes
with whispered secrets
old fairy tales
we strap win
by the look of itwhat does thunder look like?by the look of it in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
we sat on my sun porch roof. close enough that our shoulders touched. when the sky rumbled, it vibrated in our chests. and we felt it between each other too.
it looks like lightning.
he stared out at the secret forest in my backyard. it wasnt really a forest, or secret. it was my neighbors yard, but it was the closest thing to a wild place.
no. lightning looks like lightning. what does thunder look like?
i stared at him. at his profile against the grey clouds that hung level with our heads. when we were on the roof, we were far away. untouchable. unreachable.
i suppose it looks invisible, since you cant see sound.
there was lots of sound here. not noise, but sound. out on the roof, i could look out and see the trees dip and shush, dip and shush. i could see wind pull and grab and howl. i could see birds carried like musical notes on the invisible skyway. i could see all the sounds.