Friday, February 21, 2014

Exsanguination

You're off in the wind
I'm bloodied and left behind
stuck to the red ground

There is no other
use for the dripping doctor
forgotten refuse

Who needs her sweet love
when the bittersweet blade cuts
way more honestly?

Saturday, February 15, 2014

The Satellite

Stellar orbiters
I feel your stark loneliness
I hover with you

Exiled until tears
pain is the greatest teacher
distance it's primer.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

The String

You love doing this,
"i would hangout with you but,"
you'd rather have fun

please have a good time
during winter's gloomy stretch
but don't tease with texts