fucking laundry

the heart on my sleeve
seems only to have ruined 
this nice, clean, white shirt

Decisions

Can not seek comfort in inching closer to you; my feet are covered in cold with a mattress uncomfortably old and an artificial wind upsetting clinically straight sheets. Emotionlessly aggravated in detachment chosen, spiders spiral down drains as water cascades against skin which itches only to be clean. Stopping all cordial steps left to take, past meanings darkened to eyes trying to sharpen a movement of sound in a still room. The last ship has sailed with one dreamer left standing.

Sly Moon

Sly moon, repeat
Quiet morning sermon’s reside
Day passed, and night preside:
The truth be kept

Clever, crafty little star.
How truly wise a glimmer you are
to sit upon a distance far
and spare yourself a love bizarre.
You clever, crafty little star.

Things would be much more romantic
in black and white
particularly this time of year


A gradient of grays
masking if these are cheeks
flushed from crying or
just blushed by cold

Defective Model

I came off the assembly line flat-out fucked up.

Semester Two

We won't stop
until somebody calls the cops
and even then
we'll start again
and just pretend
that nothing ever happened.
We're just dancing,
we're just hugging,
singing, screaming,
kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of
how it used to be.
How's it gonna be?
I'll drop kick russell stover,
move into the starting over
and know nicholas is
watching me
achieve my dreams.
And we'll pray,
all damn day, every day,
that all this shit
our president
has got us in
will go away
while we strive
to figure out a way
we can survive
these trying times
without losing our minds.
They think we're disposable,
well both my thumbs opposable
spelled out on a double word
and triple letter score.