Monthly Archives: December 2014

Clay Plants

That’s a flower made of clay
Right there.
Its petals thick
With earthen promise
And no roots to speak of

Don’t plant your malleable
I’ll-gotten
Fake fluorescent flora
In my dusty garden
Shit on your own shoes for growth instead

Accidental Lips

I pretended
To catch you
Like it was all a game.
That’s how we ended up here
On the floor.
Now you’re staring at the ceiling
And I’m watching you
Mouth words
I know you won’t speak
To me
Because your lips
(Our lips)
Just screamed together.
But going on who
And what
You are
They shouldn’t have.

We shouldn’t have.

And we won’t again.

A Blind Affair

They say she took a lover
Last Tuesday.
It was a grand affair
Full of momentary lapses
And ulcerations.
Permanently blind parts
Got worse
Raw
From all the want.
The trouble with dancing
With your own devils
Is that they know
How to abate
And arouse
Tempt you for more.

That which knows
How best to hurt
Has stripped us bare before