i remember telling you everything
you payed with eyes
a few pennies
and you lost it all
Tag: Literature
bacchus
i believe it’s meant to be
when the rain swept away
the nine on the night of wine
left all on the right wing
so i sink
swept away on the nine
i remember the wine
in boxes- floating
sent away with a sticker in rain
meant to be
swept in the rain
sinking
on the night of wine
board game
i can’t answer
i missed that day
or
wasn’t invited
locked out of a room
i thought i had a key to
locks changed
password changed
but everyone swears it’s all the same
just pieces on a board game
saying sorry you missed all the clues
lost in a twister a ride for uno
they say to risk it all
but the monopoly you have
on the ships of battle
leaves my ticket to ride
lost.
goddess of weather-
if i believe in the worst
it’ll come true
like a bullet from the sky
rain will fall at the tip of my tongue
on 11:11 a wish i sent for;
if we believe in the rain
the clouds are our god
the weather our bible
the sun our pastor;
a religion of change
hollow being;
i remember screaming;
screaming in the middle of the intersection
no one could hear me
in a box of crystal
peaking out into thousand of faces
none shining back;
for a second
at the corner of her eye
i can see she looked
like lazer right through me
an away
the isolation
i remember the cold tips
of the ever lasting crystal
stars and bars
you’re the baddest bitch
and you know it
everyone can see it
and this is the sales pitch;
stop playing.
i can see the practice
in the batters cage
straight to lights on centers stage
just to distract us;
i’m staying.
this world is yours
a seat for me in the front
my favorite scene i do my own stunts
above the stars and bars;
you’re slaying.
still;
when your lips touch
telling me your coming home
like you never left
key still works
bed still made
lies still heard
when you walked back i knew it would all be the same
still
this bed never felt the same until you walked back in
special guest
i worry i’ve
made every wrong choice
in a world with no take backs
i don’t want one
just a receipt
for my wall of fame
brunch
a cheese danish:
all the walls with the same wallpaper
found probably a walmart just like the paint
built in the 70’s, an older building on a newer street
a record among headphones
word processor among laptops
a cheese danish among iced coffee;
an older soul; at this foam party
more cardigans then sentences
yeah, i counted,
counted all the stars on the wall
the phones in hands
waiting;
waiting for tomorrow to wipe away this old building
these old records
but not this cheese danish;
i am gonna eat this
two person show;
i love talking to you;
somedays it is a ball of laughter
snowballing down an avalanche sized memory.
the next will be at each others throat
the next time we see each other
be at each others throat.
the next will be asleep in each others arms
loving and dining taking turns
learning and performing
for the days to come
Saint's Muse 