So Long

Another one about leaving!



I'm off, out of this place of heartache and loss.
I know, pain finds you anywhere--
and what would I be without it?
But I want a fresh start, a clean slate,
something new to sate my appetite for change,
to keep me sane.
I'm headed for bigger things
than I ever had here,
and who knows?
Maybe a year or two down the road,
I'll be back,
a stranger in my own town,
to walk the streets I once knew,
and find some sense of peace,
free of the past.
For now, I'm out,
giving the ghosts the slip,
and leaving yesterday in a storage locker
that I won't pay the bills on.

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[the lie speaks]

A word acrostic.



I always knew the truth: it
was nothing,
just soft words,
a way to pass the time,
pretty little
lie, offered up
sweetly and smiling,
spoken gently
(and never a syllable true),
conveniently paced to my breathing,
forgotten without missing a beat.
An answer falls from
unwilling lips: just a
ghost, I try to
erase you from
me, and begin to succeed;
so go ahead, walk away,
I know I
can breathe without you, and I'm
finally learning to
sleep alone.
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Confucius says


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mixed sex and pills
makes for tired orgasm Read more!

ending to a recent poem

I'll take my frustrated lust to the land of silence,
soak my poems in the blood of silence,
that light I see, goin' down the tubes
is the great blank rage of silence.
I shall tarry there,
I shall never have a home


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Z

stupid boys, anyway...



I didn't mean it--
a sweet, lilting lie
of a not-quite-promise,
nothing to call our own,
just a gentle, silent knowledge
that you were mine,
without the painful
claustrophobic strings
and locked doors.
It was true--
that I'm happy you found
someone to fill your bed
(and only yours).
But somehow, beneath the smile,
I am bitter, and fragile, and sore,
abandoned, all because
I won't make vows
I know I can't keep.
And I don't regret
not giving you comfortable words
that mean nothing;
I kept my honor,
though it broke my heart...
but you will be missed.

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late night thoughts

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using robyn's internet
she sleeps
the moon's tears are orange
and my feet stink from too much work
yet I live to suffer and cum again
in the foul-mouthed morning
i write out of an illness place
mentally alive, dead, in between
in the midst of
the lifting of this beer can
to my mouth
and my rotting tooth howls
and my boner throbs
thanks for lisyening
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the tide changes again
left sitting here wondering
drowning in moscato Read more!

[slippery when wet]

Tuesday disappeared
in a wall of water and sound,
a pounding from sources useen
but real.
Have you ever tasted faith?
Bittersweet with apprehension
and promise.
A new day,
a different way,
but be sure to change the lightbulbs,
or you'll stumble in the dark.
The sun didn't rise;
bathed in filtered, soggy white,
I stretched through pain
and sang along
to someone else's Hurt,
just waiting to exchange
one skyline for another.

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