Chasing Women

Sweet birdy,

"Can I call you?"

"Yes but not now, I'm still finishing a pint"

she calls anyway

"Listen, I'm still at the pub, let me ring you back in five."

20 minutes later

I arrive home.

"Hi birdy. How are you?"

She hammers on about her ex-boyfriend

The things he's been doing

Asks my advice.

I don't want to hear it

I don't want to give any.

"Listen, I'm going to throw up.

I'll text you in the morning."

I climb the stairs

Place my head in the bowl

and release.

I wake up fully clothed

Feeling a little too much

Like Bukowski.

~Just a dood.

Love,

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Night of Nights Day of Days

Another sunset on this city,

Your memory melts

Into overexposed evenings

Spent drowning in gin

But Every time you walk

Through that doorway

I cannot help but see yesterdays

Breaking like restless dawns

Tomorrow is a shadow

This city is a tornado

The horizon is hopeless

Mirrors reflect hell

Memory recognises nothing

I awake from a nightmare

With two options

Stay or go

~Will this turn sweet?

Love,

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This Is Caustic

I have faith

That this is something I will never recover

I have acted haphazardly

An inane lumberjack

chopping down

A forest of friendship

I look back

On a landscape of stumps

And destroyed habitats

This is who I really am.

~My shadow refuses to follow.

Love,

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Petite Le Mans

Dead

On the back straight

Two turns left.

Running on fumes the last

10 laps.

An upset title

In the fingertips

And like the afternoon

Of yesterday

Victory and

The last drip

Drops of petrol

Burn away

Leaving only headlamps

And the

Roar of the others

Piercing the

Autumn evening.

~ Sad to see you say good bye like that 430. Hello 458.

Love,

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I Once Loved Woman

She reaches

Across the bar and

Grabs both my arms,

"Even if she left you,"

she said,

"I can tell that deep down you're

a good guy."

"Ha!" I reply,

"Deep down

I'm a Dirty

Old

Man

Enticing you to whisper

What you never thought was possible

Deep down I'm only here

To make you fall for me

Then kick you whilst you're down,

Deep down I'm as cold as

The bottom of the ocean

Waiting for the shipwrecked

Bodies to sink

I am the callous wind

Howling through

The telephone wires carrying your message

I am a tearful good-bye; I am

The whispers of yesterday's news

Breaking the bonds of tomorrow

Deep down I am a broken heart

Dragged

Through the shards of a

Chalice's promise.

Deep down

No.

I am not

A good man."

~Look, No Hands

Love,

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Climactic.

It was the next day that it began appearing in the sink. Each time I turned the taps to the faucet, the water would run normally. I doused my hands. I washed my hands. I closed the taps. Each time, I'd look down into the porcelain bowl and there it was. It had the texture of mucus, with the exception of yellow, the colours were never the same. Strands of green and white, blue and orange, red and brown. It was like mutant Aquafresh. Each time after shutting off the taps, it would linger, stare back at me. I lost my patients with it, turned the taps back on and washed it down the drain. It only appeared those two days. It hasn't been back.

~Living Alone, Lonely, Far Too Long.

Kjærlighet,

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Rough Year.

24 hour news television,

Firearms,

Cookie dough, and

Brandy;

The only things to eat.

Her broken wings

Chained her to the ground.

I gave her time to heal

And she flew away.

Sweet bird.

Fly south.

Good-bye.

~There's got to be an app for that.

Kjærlighet,

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Sweet Talker.

A million smiles painted

On the ceiling of a night sky.

A wink carried

On the breath of the forest.

A kiss in the darkness.

A glimmer in your eye.

This is affection.

~Now everybody knows.

Love,

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Favorite beverage: water

I've found a new muse in you
I collect all my broken pieces and you tape them together
this first re-attempt will rightly be messy
jagged around the edges and slightly sharp at the corners

and beautiful

I'm
seeing
me next to you.it's bright like summer strawberries
I'll wake you up with kisses every morning
make you blueberry pancakes and stare into those bright blues
you have a special talent to stir up those butterflies in my tummy

This is redvelvetcakeicecream walking through a harbor town
it's favoritecolorblues and slaphappyhangovers
it's sharingcrutons and grumblybear look-a-likes

If this isn't love...
I never want to know what love is

I am.

Like stained glass shards

Filling this tumbler.

Like the broken bones

Protruding from my legs.

A cricket calling in the infernal night,

A cicada calling in the futile daylight.

The slow steady walk

Of respect disappearing.

A bardiche

In the hands of a silhouette.

My memory ashamed

The ghosts of yesterday creep through the window.

Your name floats

On a turbulent ocean.

I put a shipment of kisses and apologies

Onto a paper boat.

Like an afternoon saying good bye

That boat sails out of the estuary.

~Adoration of a ghost.

Love,

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Beware the Ides of Augustus.

The Ides of August.

A parade of armour.

My death on the tip of the xyston;

My blood drips love letters

Onto ivory papers.

Notes stuffed inside of glass envelopes,

Deliver themselves

On the whispers of the wind.

The gales push against your window

Eyes press against your body

A look of contempt from across the universe.

The Nova agrees then bursts;

A thousand shards of agony

Stretching from the Fornax Dwarf to the bottom of this bottle.

When the flag stops wavering

In the turbulence of your love

I'll put the cap back on.

~The Grand Tour.

Love,

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Something About You

Standing at a fountain in Reykjavik

Making a wish out of

Clowns, mud,

And grass stains.

I will pay the debt of Prometheus.

Only then will I be absolved.

~Pay a penance for piety.

Love,

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Stretching Yesterday's News.

Fish swim through broken glass

Wounds bleed laconically,

I will plough through the reeds

Hearts will melt in my hands

Afternoon suns will die in my eyes

And we will wait for-ever

~Disappointed in your behaviour.

Love,

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Canto of Echos

The boy opens the hatch on his chest.

Like a broken dam

His silhouettes cascade onto the brilliant afternoon.

The boy sees fence posts

Extending a greeting of agony

To the infinitude of imperfection.

Oceans of grass ignore the sentiment;

Painting envy

Across plains of infinity

Around the stillness of every twisted moment.

The sun walks across the sky slowly.

Like a caution

Hollered from peaks of rolling hills.

The boy hears the wars

Behind the closed doors of voices;

In the balcony above rhetoric.

Windows are closed

The latches are turned;

Subversive whispers

Echo off the panes.

The Earth leans forward over the void.

Gripping handrails,

Tracking the shadows of mysteries.

The boy feels the suicides

Creeping across the mirror

In morning hours.

The hands of the clock

Still like fence posts

While bed sheets crumple

To conceal the ashes of the boy's shadow.

Waves bludgeon the rocky fringes of hometowns.

Like the discordant emotions

Shredding bodies on precarious cliffs.

The boy watches sanity

Slip away from fingertips

Space and time evacuate in twilight.

The ocean of the mind;

Unexplored, abysmal,

Tragic waters that stir

Beyond the sky's green hands.

Stars fade and planets die.

Evaporating along

A staircase of impossible depths.

The boy dreams of misery and rancour

Hallways gape with unending solitude

Lined with one hundred towering faces

Opening like doors.

A collection of keys,

Skeletons and octaves,

None that will fit the lock.

~ Only listen.

Love,

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Inquiry of The Sphinx.

The rooster calls from behind the veil

The city stuffs the white sheets of sleep into its shadows

The streets shine with caution and opportunity

The woman walks, her mouth filled with hope

The tumblers sit empty, dirty, forgotten on the counter.

The breeze inhales the still life of for ever

The prairie lies in wait, eager to pounce upon a shadow

The parasols slowly yawn open

The boy on the stoop tightens his crisp shoestrings

The tumblers, an afterthought, are cleaned until a shine resides upon their walls

The sleepy progress of the sun displays its plumage

The unbearable shadows of dusk arrive

The flowers bid a salutation to the waning sunlight

The smells of evening drift in like shadows through open windows

The tumblers are frozen and filled to the brim then sucked upon

The royalty of the sky meet at the black round table

The streets mourn for yesterday

The depths of this bed live for ever

The people walk down the shores of sleep and into the seas of dreams

The tumblers are set empty onto the counter.

~Will you go hunting for the marshmallow coast with me?

Amor,

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Reaching Down for the Whispers of a Shadow.

At three in the afternoon the bell chides like Velcro peeling apart

At exactly three in the afternoon the sun reaches down with the legs of a spider

The locusts creak; uneasy in their skeletons;

They leap

From edifice to edifice

Weltering in the stillness of the spider's legs

As though stillness produced a quake, a quiver;

A terpsichorean trauma

All things moving to escape the stillness

Knowing that no saw or sword

Could free the heart.

The katydids move with diligent sorrow

They are conscious that the stillness is upon them

While feasting

The katydids hear the branches whisper

And they echo the message;

No challis will hold the heart.

~Yo. ¡Sólo yo! Labrando la bandeja donde no irá mi cabeza. ¡Sólo yo!

Amor,

Digress.

Lotus Blossoms.

The Lotus beckons

Like the docile streets of night

The Lotus beckons

Out in the square

Voices carry the luggage of a hundred travellers

The buckles are about to burst!

Love walked away with 30p

Autumn dances an endless waltz with the Breeze

The Breeze leans forward and runs his fingers through Autumn's grasses

Out in the estuary

The chimeric song of an open flame

Echoes against the cliffs

The trees gaze down on the tide with looks of empty clay jars

Ocean blows a kiss to the Moon

The Moon hugs Ocean in an embrace that stretches from Monday to Wednesday

In the streets of towne

The buildings squint through the night

Watching the vagrants pass

The beldames sweep the broken spirits from East to West

Dogs howl at the Abyss of Stars

The Abyss of Stars listens with the ears of galaxies.

The Lotus beckons

Like the docile streets of night

The Lotus beckons

~Sharpen The Saw.

Loves,

Digress.

Like Love, The Archers Are Blind.

A black leopard sings the song of the sea

A photograph of silence

Rests against a wall of deviance

Broken glass scrapes against eye lids

Echoes caught in sinking seines

Delivering a bounty of broken wings and frozen time.

A white leopard sings the song of the stars

Scything is the memory

Calling alone from the balcony

Still and without fruit stands the tree

Night walks down cobblestone streets

Overwhelming kitchens and fortunes.

A kodkod sings the song of the moonrise

A purse of fears

Envelops the broken mirror

The lotus quickly learns to revere

Wax and wane metamorph through the nights

Abandoning the fortress and the light.

~La escala llega a la luna. Córtame la sombra.

Love,

Digress.

35

I wish I could tell you...
that your anger is misplaced and you are so much better than that
that you are beautiful and those hurtful words will fade with time
I wish you knew that your success is in your hands
and you are so capable
I wish words could explain
how worried I am about your future
such a good kid in such a scary misguided world
stuck in the inbetween

Be yourself.
Please.
Be yourself.

Your innocence is so precious - treasure it
keep throwing frosting and swinging on swings and being grossed out by body parts
When I say "sit safe" I mean "I love you" and "I am watching out for you"
Your intelligence is a gift - treasure it.
Your smile makes my exhaustion disappear - wanna read to me?
When faced with the choice between Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Choose the doctor
Replace that swagger with square shoulders and a head held high
Never stop excelling.
Your silence is compelling - it makes your voice sweet and rewarding
Always ask for a hug
discovering yourself is terrifying
but hiding from yourself is much more difficult
Never grow that mean bone
If I could bottle up some of your quirky sunshine
I would carry it in my pocket every day
I hope your judgements of people are always as simple as
"Whoever's name I pull is really weird...or really awesome"
Some people might think You are really weird (but I think you are really Awesome)
Please try - with everything you do, do your best
Keep asking others to play
Choose your friends wisely - beware of "guilty by association"
Never ever call yourself stupid (or at least don't believe it)
Be confident - you have something to contribute, even if you don't know what it is
You are priceless.
You are beautiful.
You are smart, funny, incredible...
You touch my heart daily.

It Is On The Surface.

It rained for days.

And everything was

Wet

Wet

Wet

And

I went and lay down

Face to the sky

Mouth open wide

Rain pouring in

In hopes I would

See the reaper

In the field,

Coming to harvest his

Wheat.

No

Such

Luck.

For I have angered the gods.

~Sad Prayers For Guilty Bodies.

Love,

Digress.