StarlightLover

I don't think your baby brains can comprehend Just how cold it is To be lying on a steel table, shaved, vulnerable Being prepared For open heart surgery Dirty scalpels, doctors with leers behind paper masks Spattered with the brown of blood long dried Nurses with eyes shifting Glints from instruments many and ominous A sinking feeling that comes from staring up into the face of my own mortality And best of all: no anesthesia. Nothing to numb the sharpness of knives The sting of the world when it comes into contact with my softer, hidden places My organs, my muscles, my bones Skin and ribs and tissues part like the red sea And

Clinking tequila glasses A toast to my broken heart To your broken judgment A mistake made once is human-- Made twice is ludicrous You stand before me, reasonless Turning in slow motion Did you think I didn't see you look back? What seems like an eternity ago I wrote words of understanding A bittersweet goodbye A hope for new beginnings These new words are of bile Utter regret at ever handing my heart over to you My addiction In my hour of need, you walked away Leaving me weeping, perched in solitude Surrounded by my own inadequacies Watching your form grow smaller, Watching my dignity go with you My mind resounds with qu

The opening of the mouth The parting of lips Vibrations of vocal cords As words form in the base of the throat And work their way into eardrums Resounding Hitting new chords And awakening new monsters New masters Making putty out of the strongest wills And believers out of the most stubborn skeptics Truth from fallacy Realization through denial Promises never made Insinuated Whispers comprised mostly of wishes Wishful thinking governs interpretations Of superficial nothings No, not nothings Something else entirely Words void of meaning Plastic smiles Cardboard kisses Wisps of smoke that, when squinted at Could resemble

A small, nagging void In the life force of the everyday Hardly encumbering or heartbreaking But making sure to make its presence known Scratching at the inside of my brain And tapping out unbalanced rhythms On my ribcage Speaking to me in Morse code Telling me epic tales of all I've missed out on Words still stir gently in my mind Steeping, simmering And filling me with aromatic clouds Of something light and familiar Words that, the more I turn them Seem like sweet lies Employed to soften the jagged edges Of rough encounters I would be foolish to take these words To heart, I'm sure But I suppose that in a lot of ways That

1. Picking ones teeth 2. Making tiny toothpick-people 3. Miniature games of hockey 4. Poking the person next to one 5. Throwing at people who talk during movies 6. Making oneself into a slightly stunted walrus 7. Animating breadsticks 8. Giving a termite acupuncture 9. Turning silly putty into a sea urchin 10. Sabotaging car upholstery 11. Using as currency during a massive economic crisis 12. Making miniature crosses (for miniature crucifixions) 13. Constructing small boats 14. An ant obstacle course 15. A bookmark 16. Getting ornery ketchup out of its bottle 17. Spearing martini olives 18. Late-night diner sculptures 19. G

Robot tools Sitting idle in computerized hands Digital eyes watching the world outside Hopeless Constriction of the limbs Numbness in mouth muscles The corners unmoving Lips form straight lines Void of kisses, smiles, frowns, wrinkles Lines walked by the unworthy Lines that form distributions Disproportionate Princes and paupers Side by side on assembly lines Because neither holds the remote control Robot clothes Poked through with hooks Threaded with strings Tugged on by hungry puppeteers Whose eyes are just as empty as those Of their willing marionettes Steel wool collars choke Scratch Driving us mad with the expecta

Pallid green electrical boxes Seem to hum internally From the vibration of traffic I know you can feel it as well as I can As we sit atop them Sharing breath Bonds bend and shudder Splintering slightly Their rough edges giving us rashes On exposed skin But they do not break: In our lonely desperation We hold them together feebly Until the culmination that exists In a single moment Five words to shatter worlds Dimensions, galaxies Universes All that was once strong Becomes rubble But no search parties are deployed To lift us from underneath The jaws of life are not called upon To save our bodies from the suffocation A

Galaxies gather in perfect hazy harmony, staggered up ladders of greenery.  Lovers seek revenge with red daggers that seethe from hearts of stiff memory.  Bones of fish and ears of elephant are scattered, as though their ancestors were all buried here and they give parts of themselves in homage. Thimbles fail to protect ladies' fingers and bright red spots of unwitting blood appear on the lush, winding tapestries they sew.  Here and there, a smokeless campfire will spring up to to warm the world around them.  The faces of fretful crones droop with the sorrow for their young selves as they long for a far-away spring of years past when the whi

I called you out of habit yesterday Choking on dial tones And cheap realizations All those pointless ramblings Between satellite connections For which I held no reverence in their presence Suddenly seem like treasures lost When the sun goes down And I return to my bed after Kneeling to receive what the day will give Allowing myself to be a part of something bigger And older I once again become something singular And my first thoughts are of you The buttons splayed with numbers 0, 2, 5, 7, 9 And the link that remains closed Breath saved No need to recount the highlights For no one haunts the cheap seats Four hundred days F