Time Wasted

Just like water drops
memorize a splash,
I remember every
curve of your body.

Cautious Like Guaze

Some words cannot be
unwritten, not like socks
unsewn and raveled back
into a neat burgundy
ball, or Listerine
swashed and swished
back and forth
between dumb
porcelain studs.
Some words turn
into arrows once
they touch the air
and sink sharply,
deep and irrevocably
inside the chest.
The pain in erasing
a scar comes not
from the bleeding
but from the sound
of the memories
it contains.

Your existence is transient. Remember that.

Cool cat lookin' for a pretty kitty.

The Death of a Year

And with the shore
comes the pain
of wiping ice from
the lashes of a year-
long of holding back
lyzozomes.

After midnight
I can finally breathe
back in all the smog
left from my former self
and regurgitate feelings
that were once too warm
hold, even with gloves.

The sky tastes like blue
now.
Clear blue.

Forgetting the past,
building the future
out of clay and wood.
Should be easy
with all that whiskey.

Tartar Sauce, Santa Claus

Purposely erasing all my
memories of salt.
This is accomplished
by silent steam baths.