i found you;
a version of the same book i’ve known
but i read it different
your lines
your words
bring my skin bubbling hot
trembling under your simile and your smile
never meta
and i see your metaphor as scripture
and i want to carve you
Tag: Memories
What’s the Use?
They say you’re nothing without it-
they haven’t seen it win a little
makin’ money wasn’t so lonely
feedin’ kitties wasn’t so phoney
look how far – we – came
can never shed that blame
just want another minute wit’ it
you can leave it, you can love it
they say you’re nothing without it-
so what’s the use?
fourth times the charm
here on my arm
when I had nothin’
shit was always so funny
made a promise to the honey
you’d never be lonely
you can love it-
just freaks – me – out
i just wanna fly
mermaid on seventh avenue
head above the water,
we were not all created equal,
she whispered.
can’t walk down my neighborhood without flashing lights on your rear
this pool is a blessing
for i am meant to be worshiped,
like a mermaid
you’ll never meet another
don’t bother
for i am your queen,
i’ll escort you, for with me,
you are a hazzard on my leash
martin
perish.
the back of a billboard read- perish.
lined in black paint and red letters
the chalk outline read- perish.
i didn’t know martin- that’s what i decided to call him
for he has no name other then- perish.
a lasting snapshot across two metal pipes
a slapshot in my memory filed under- perish.
i wrote in my journal to make sense of it;
to find lines to read between to justify time of life
and it all doesn’t just round up to- perish.
so i’ll give him a line, the least i can do
too see that red and black paint
didn’t erase your name
but will live on in mine,
a statue called-
perish.
level up – 27th club
chalk it up to good luck
made it without mac
this is what he was afraid of
see what i am made of
i wish you could see what i became
you joined the club last week just walking knees
now it’s me survived on a breeze nowyour heart is at ease-
the man that i am- you would of hated it
you hated everything; but you would of thrown
a killer 27th club party
a lot
after you’ve lost your job and the world is crashing
what will you have;
when the night is swerving down the highway with a half empty glass
what will you have;
fresh off the books heading down the tunnel toward a chair and a needl
what will you have;
remembering those few days rowing down to the river with the kids
kids with a pole and some bait late in the evening with a catch
catch a memory the size of a tuna under moon before the long night
night, that night- we had it all
pairs of delight
i chased this dream
a dream of two;
two salads
two glasses
two sets of lips
two nights
blonde
channel orange
blurring the lines from sanity and the city
the city that made me
feelin’ nostalgic swimmin’ in our family pool
swim, swim good
high on novocaine
fallin’ from my mouth
hair changin’ colors
raisins on my hands
fun house
bringing the table to dinner
the house was easy to find like they said,
upside down with a boston terrier outside-
the laughing medallion given at the door
a smile for us and a laugh for all, she said
the party had purple gas crawling the floor
we are all clowns
laughing at the moon like a pack-
musical chairs with masks
spin the bottle with acid
eyes flipped inside out
dancing to bulletproof
lavender
it’s what home smells like
the aroma carries my clothes in my place
like a soft hand across my cheek
floating-
a memory shaped in a circle
never-ending
a reminder that you were here,
but when the scent fades
i crave you
a little taste to carry me for the week and the next
to be closer to home
found on the tip of your lips
the palm of your hands around my waist
leaving your lavender imprint on my chest
burning deep enough
so home is always with me
Saint's Muse 