Abstraction

I could’ve died, the graffiti from your mouth

Concrete memorials given under cover of night

The kind devoid of color

Sharp, dark, angry, and angular

Where, the morning after, the smart people come in, clean up, and move on as though it never happened

It should’ve never happened

phoria

It is as if

When laying on the grass

Face to the sky

Which we all do

We see high noon through one eye

And midnight through the other

Which we all don’t

Bright then Dark

Breakneck speed

It is enough

The Dark Side

I cried, how dare I!
I cried over cat food today
How it covered
Her nose and eyelashes
My hands and my vision
How it lingered
The way snowflakes might stay
Were we not dark princesses
Standing at the sink twice today
Cleaning her face and my heart
Hoping that tears and time
Will somehow free us
From the stench
From the mess and disaster
Of our love

Rooftops

What is there to say to the silhouette
Eyes and heart now stolen

Haunt me more
Keep me again from sleep

Let the light take its leave from your shoulders
No it cannot be

I drown in words
Though speech has escaped me