Friday, August 20, 2010

remember the italian princess

remember when he used to call you his Italian Princess?
he wrapped his leather-clad and studded arm around you
the corner of his eyes crinkled like old newsprint
smelling of cigarettes and that musty bar Spider Bite rocked at

but the door slams behind him, following the trail of many others
the ash and must lingers in your red tinted butterfly hair
it's wisps curl around your hallow cheeks
butterfly kisses to red itchy eyes

i will comfort you, as the other times
boney shoulders shake and shiver in my arms
the same words will leave your cracked lips, again and again
barely audible over static Lingo on replay from your outdated tv

remember when you shuffled to his stoop
the chilly dead air whispering about the midnight strike?
with only a thin red blanket covered in calico down
tears streaming down your face you pounded fist against wooden door
till knuckles bruised black and blue; the door never opened
instead the police, flashing blood red and blue, took you home?
i remember

remember when time danced past
as you pushed those skeletal fingers into the phone
the same 7 digits searing your brain
becoming blurred under you ultra- violet stare
finally he picked up, a restraining order hot on his breath
you could only sob into the phone
i remember

remember when i was eight
the darkness covered you; yet another episode
you stared at me with black sunken eyes
"i don't even recognize you"
"i'm you goddaughter, salina?"
you continued to stare rocking back and forth, eyes dry and unmoving
i remember

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

moving out

moving out
far, far away
where you cannot find me

moving out
a long way's away
where you cannot control me

moving out
farther than before
where you cannot degrade me

moving out
longer than ever
where you cannot live through me

and yes,
i'll get into stupid shit
but at least i'll have no fear,
that you will not spit upon my words
whenever you are near

moving out
sadness faded
the time away becomes a friend
absence makes the heart grow stronger
bitch, you best believe i'll win

Monday, August 16, 2010

stupid face

smoke on my breath
nothing in my head
smile on my lips
simple

arms move slow
nodding to invisible beats
lazy chortles
dude

foggy helmet
holding hands
dilated give- away
high

relationships don't exist in cyber space

he sits isolated
the white walls close in
its 1 am
he's blogging about his cat

click click click
hundreds of pictures of her ex
she cringes as her hands cramp up
368

he skypes with his german girl friend
her throaty laughter comes two seconds late
he tells her he's going out with friends
but he really needs to finish that poem about that damn cat

she squints against the computer screens glare
her little boyfriend looks a lot like her ex from the side
"whats over there?" she points
as he turns his face, a tear slides down her cheek

he sits isolated
the white walls close in
its 3 am
he's still blogging about his cat

click click click
hundreds of pictures of her ex
she cringes as her hands cramp up
897


Saturday, August 14, 2010

eyes

your eyes are heavily framed with the darkest brown
lashes like the bark of pine trees after a heavy rain
when they're wet, the stick together like little tee-pee huts
all alignment of bark and night

the outer corners of your eyes droop down like you have a big secret to tell,
but you don't
so when you're sad, it intensifies and my heart stops
your eyes like a child's, so innocent
like you cannot understand why people have to be so mean

the color is the prettiest
like watercolor of the lightest wash of teal
over golden sea-glass
the color of catalina's oceans;
transparent but layered with beauty



Thursday, August 12, 2010

i love you n

i fell in love with someone at camp
no, not crazy passionate "in" love with someone
but i began to love someone

i couldn't figure out why the hole in my stomach
burned at the edges
why the sore became inflamed when weezer
lazily churned out of my ipod doc

i didn't understand why the lump in my throat
grew and grew into a being on it's own
stretching like a cat up through my palate
down into my trachea
purring with fever

we lazily floated in the water
the sun slashing the skin on our backs with fire fingers
the water propelling us with it's gentle caress
we were free to confess anything we wanted
as time knew not it's name

as the hole burns brighter
as the lump grows bigger
i understand i would rather have known to love with pain
than never to have loved at all

i love you n