Unspoken pain
The last words I remember
were “I love you”.
I never got the chance
to hurt you with “goodbye”.
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Pitiful pride
I will not give in.
I will not give in.
I will not give in.
I will –
*dial tone
and weeping
while I dialed out*
Verocity
You bring out the beast in me.
(There’s always someone
who likes to point out
that I misspelled “best.”
So I have to correct them,
“No, you sneering little cunt-stain,
I meant ‘beast’.”)
Howl through the burning skies
My head is too loud
with a shrill and bitter madness
that wants to beat the walls
until I’m bloody
just to mute the rage.
Friendzone
Walk the razor’s edge
between oblivion and
undiluted bliss.
Ghosting
Those lonesome days when no one speaks
and only the idle electric hum
breaks the cyberspace silence.
Sweet-tooth skies
Custard cream puff clouds
with marshmallow filling float
through idle azure.
Moodstone
Each crowd has an atmosphere
a subtle way it colors the air
and today I don’t even need the sun
to feel the warm sunshine.
Welcome winds
This zealous zephyr,
this pleasant breeze
lifts me up
puts me at ease.
Take me out to the ballgame
Cheap food and cheap drinks
with balls and phallic symbols:
American pastime.
A (wise) man of two faces 