wrestle

once, you grasped my hands in yours,
as we pushed on each others
bodies gyrating to the beat of our souls

You fell on top of me

Consumerism

Surreal
Shards of steel and glass,
vertically inclined to reach for the sky
& pavement drones on,
always a step ahead, leaving you
behind

Flying paper shreds
One thing I learned today
was that whittling in the car was bad-
not because it might hurt me,
but rather,
because I might scratch the car’s finish.

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Convienence
Doesn’t buy happiness

Revenge
“Injured? Make them pay”
Bulletin screams across billboards,
Corporate building
Clogging our veins

Dallas
I remember “kid kraddik”
Screaming out into the radio,
Processed pop tunes blaring,
Baring their aural fangs,
Pass by a church address to heaven,
777

Auxiliary Hands
I passed by 13
churches today.

Never changed my
perspectives on
The meaning of life

Peaceful Entry
Skyscrapers protrude treacherously
into the air, raping the sky.
Acid rain falls in retribution,
eating away at its tormentor.

rants

Ashes for You
I sit in your fireplace silently,
Listening to the click of your footsteps
on the wooden floors;
painted warm, unfeelingly cold.

---
It’s raining,
and I painted your face
in the condensation
on my windowpane. If only
you were staring at me
instead of my reflection

Forbidden
My hands trembled as I touched your face;
for the moment the world was in my hands.
Almost in reach, but forever out of bounds,
you asked me why I was shaking.
“Around you, I always am.”

Scenery
He was right;
you walk boldly, and loudly.
Always so sure of where you stand-
besides overturned dogs and
the smell of clean dishes.
Imperfections like me don’t
belong here in the transparency of
your gaze.

Silver Bullets
Sitting in the back of an automobile,
studying the grooves in your backseat;
wondering if I really exist,
hoping that you don’t see me

Neo Felix
Do you remember when I reached for you?
Dark and musty scents overwhelmed us,
the impending rain screeched towards our storms
& the gusts of wind passing by threw
my hair into gales of ebony shrieks around my face

we touched;
the world muted itself.

Atrophied Compassion
Do you notice
that we float in bubbles,
almost but never
making contact

Solace & Peace of Mind
I wanted to feel you so badly,
to make sure that you were real,
but I didn’t; terrified at the prospect
that you may not have been an illusion

Microsoft Word

Dear Bill Gates,
I do not care if this is not actually a poem. I demand that you get rid of the automatic capitalizations on Word because it is pissing me the fuck off. Your programs have been aggravating me to the point that I am seriously considering getting a Mac and throwing away my 16 wasted years of sitting in front of PCs.
Fuck you,Liz

Anagrams

BANG! They’ll gaze in it, eyes
sharing dares. Hike
home, jinx nor salt.

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envy unfurls tentacles,
green vines ensnaring any hope
for a better future

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if it were full of wonder
my friend the world
may choose to be so wonderful

little angel

your voice reeks of
nails down a chalkboard
and rusty files,
scraping away the shine
on my new car

blank computer screens

So this is how it feels
staring at your reflection
in the mirror, unceasing

Disturbed

this is my saviour?

You grabbed my hand
as we trudged through the mud.
Promises that heaven was right in front of us
never came true

weak and powerless

Once confessions are drawn out,
they don't stop coming forth.
I don't understand why you are doing this.
Gushing streams of thought rain down &

water falls from the sky
in condensed form; thoughts drift away.
The air holds better future for them
than any ears that would
never have listened otherwise.

Once you grabbed my face,
and pushed my head back until I fell.
Everyone was in shock-
except for us. No harm done.
We knew that. The entire world
couldn't have understood.

I brushed your dust off of my shoulders;
I was fine. I walked on.
Alone

No.

bitten, chapped lips
sewn together shut
in a show of apathy and
disappointment

intolerance

hands venture shakily
towards your face,
caressing eyelashes with
butterfly kisses

tonight tonight

trembling hands (click)
fingers numb from cold (click click)
whirring minds intertwine
in dark shady nights;

thoughts never meant to be heard,
always known (click click click)

relief sinks in.

good morning

your stories
are hidden in my words

glance over quickly;
some things are not
meant to be seen

mixed media

morally superior;
seagull perched on the cliff
falls down,

swooning over murky waters

pearls

anxiety rips across your face
gales of wind biting;
spooning piles of dirt into your mouth

bright intones of melodic bliss
echo, invoking memories of better times
when the sun in your face
didn't sting so harshly

paperflies in the wind,
landing at the feet
of a protesting child.

and I still love you

frustrated; quicksand slipping
through the hands, darting past fingers
time bomb's ticking

"I don't constrain myself to linear sexuality."

sloppily, tongues slide
past one another.
Faces interlock;
deep sighs of
discontent ensue.

news blares
like unwelcome trumpets
during intimate moments;

you. are. not.
a. person.

dawn

battered moon darkens;
opal sparkling
under incandescent light

dusk

bruised sunlight
turns blue, giving away its
incadescent glow