Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Oftentimes, Well Maybe Never

When sitting in your room
won't necessarily do,
you collect the words
caught in your walls,
the ones that will
never be spoken,
the ones that only live
trapped in paper.
After a few more drinks
and a couple more notebooks
you run out of ink,
and inevitably begin to think
of the haunting sound
that every question-
mark makes.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Inflatable

...but if love is really love
it never fails,
but fail it does.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

If I have come without a thing
then I have come with all I need.
My window faces westward.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Sunday, January 4, 2009

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.