30 November 2010

The Shortest Distance Between Two Points Isn't Short Enough


a breath for miles.

a glance for ag(won't you
come
closer?)es.

my limbs move through
the motions
of every day necessities
;
i can brush my teeth
and apply this mask,

and , if i
c o n c e n t r a t e ,
i can be
none the wiser.

but where i am
is
where you are not,

and without you
is
without
what i want
most.

please
come close
and rectify this
glaring vacancy that
has
taken up residency
inside of this skin.

please

come
close.

23 November 2010

A Lesson on How to Make the Mind Go Mad


it will not leave.

it burrows and burrows
inside of
this dilapidated haunt,
nestling so comfortably
in the depths of my
ventricles and atriums,
reinventing itself in such
clever disguises
as it travels about the bloodstream,
finding new habitats
which it likes to call
home.

how quietly it waits.

how patiently it breathes,

methodically outstretching a hand
or some disfigured protuberance,
scarcely making contact
with its surroundings,

sending my synapses into
a frenzy.

my god,
how your very skin enraptures me
with its heady bouquet.
one taste awakens this
dark, ugly thing
from its false hibernation

as i come to
understand

that with all of my strength
and all of my might,

i must conquer this
daemon,
while still trying to comprehend
and trying to believe in
how you have
chosen
to stay.

22 November 2010

A Reflection on the Brief History of Us
















how many others
have touched the lips of a
lover,
waiting for(expecting)it
all
to
combust?

how many others
have pressed their head to
his chest,
listening for the
(inevitable?)cracking
in
his
heart?

how many others
have had heavy,
overwhelmed lids at
the feeling
of love that
swells
and
billows
from places never
to have existed
before?

how many others
have pressed their fingertips
to their lover's
skin,
electricity and
numbness
the communication between
tingling
appendages?

won't you
let me always be the
other
in your pair?;
hearts or diamonds
or spades or clubs,

whatever suit
you'd prefer.

tug on my hem,
tug on my sleeve,

wrap me up in
everything
you are(intoxicating),

and

please,
don't ever
let me go.

17 November 2010

Healing Takes Time



i am a burnt tongue,
its function pointless and evaporated
at the carelessness of its owner.
press me against something, anything;
i will feel it, know that it is there,
but will be powerless to experience it
the way that i should;
be patient.
i am waiting for the day
when my dead and damaged cells
will have all but shed and disappeared
and i will know what it is like
to be complete again.

07 November 2010

Symbiosis of the Homo Sapien




















someday,

when science allows it,
i will peel my skin
from my bones,
and my freed cage
will wander
from body to body,

zipping up a
different
fleshoodie
every single day

just to say,

after it has found its
way back to its
original casing,

"i've been a hundred
different
people from a hundred
walks of life,
of all different sizes
and all shades of human.

there were women
and men
and some children,
when i could manage
to fit.

they were black,
they were white,
they were asian,
they were hispanic,
they were mutts.

they had congestive heart failure,
they had diabetes,
they had cancer,
they had restless leg syndrome.

they hated
and they loved
and they mourned.

but now that i've been
a hundred
different
people from a hundred
walks of life,
i've come to realize:

we
are all
the same."

04 November 2010

Graying-Out Process


there's
a strange concoction of
repulsion
and
disgust
as
hollow eyes peer
back to me.

it won't be long
before i am
coughing
the mutated name
i will have acquired,
choking on the
sound
of who i am
turning into,

the pallid cage
of what i was
and what i
should be.

i am the walking dead,
atrocity embodied
of what can happen
when

apathy

goes
unchecked.

01 November 2010

Grains of Sand Are Inaccurate Measurements of Time
















i don't know
about the
befores,
and i can't know
about the
afters.

all i have are the
nows(this now,and
that now,and how nows).

but every now
feels like a hundred nows
for every now
that i have with you

is enough.