' On the Topic of What Happens When We're Going Out to Eat and I'm Indifferent and You're Indecisive
GuernicaThere have never been more entangled limbs
Than in that dank, midnight box of flesh
We contorted into a pile of dying and screams
As the suffocation of our proximity breathed
Like five-thousand eyes blinking at once
.The moment we crawl from our moist, bloated cocoons
The throb of distant screams
Reverberates in our bones
And the rusted stench of curdling blood envelops us
So we gamble it away
But spades come up
And back down into hard-packed dirt
As the hawk's curved sickle closes around our throats.
SomethingThere is something beautiful
About a broken piano
Neglected, out of tune, and forgotten
In a withdrawn, secluded room
It is scoffed at
Its angelic white fingers chipping apart
To reveal the ugly, worn wood underneath
Its very frame dilapidated and unable
To carry the weight of beaten strings and tired hammers
There is something beautiful
About a broken girl
Stepping into a secluded room
With an old, forgotten piano
Both of them too scared
And too strong
To step into the spotlight anymore
One longs to share and the other longs to hear
Stories once more
It isn't glamorous,
This twanging off-key melody that they create
But this is where they found their voice
And their song
And their silence
A Girl and Her Game(boy)He didn't select her but they did
Start to form a bond
And she would hold him close
Her eager, childish fingers soft
Against his smooth, curved back
And they'd stare into each other for hours
His shoulder blades:
Were long, tough supports
His one smiling eye would always wink at her
To remind her that he gets tired too
But it wasn't all fun and games
Sometimes she would have to
Smash, jab, press, poke!
A montage of clicking
On the steely grey buttons
Of his plastic vest
A desperate display of ambition
To reach point B from point A
Though their meetings were off and on
As she grew old and he grew outdated,
The volume of memories they shared
Is too vast for one, small picture frame of
But they're all stored somewhere,
Saved in some great recess of space
She'll carry him back to the old games
And, smiling, he'll stare into her
And she'll hold him
And her fingers will be childish again
As the World SleptAs the world slept,
I laid awake among the grass,
Relishing in its itchiness.
The ranchdog plodded through cricket chirps
Beneath a pool of spilled jewels and galaxies.
By a single thread before us,
heaven suspended the moon,
Blazing every color of fire,
Until we were engulfed in the
The PromiseI swore I would protect you.
On a one-way train into the storm,
My focus was always you;
To be the lightning
through the festering blackness above.
But lightning can't protect.
It only destroys.
And I made you weep tears of crystal.
I vowed I would protect you.
An errant of impossibility,
I fought to rewrite time.
With blood-stained quills on parchment beaches,
I drew you to me,
But the tides had turned.
We cannot rewrite history.
Through this chaos, I'll find you.
Though time is running out,
And there are far too many souls to save,
I will return,
My dearest sister,
like sunlight after rain.
I'll be waiting.
We'll be reunited.
I will protect you.