I'm Doing Everything For You

Bless your heart, you've made me happy again;
it's been so LONG and I'm  sick  of pretending.

Trapt

am I made of glass?
you see right through me

Anybody Can Write a Poem

I am arguing with an idiot online.
He says anybody can write a poem.
I say some people are afraid to speak.
I say some people are ashamed to speak. 

Let Us Go Then

through the trip
wired minefield

hand in hand
eyes for nothing

but ourselves
alone

undaunted by
the traps & pits

of wasted land
until

you stoop
& pluck

a stem
of eyebright

Hold On

The only thing I know for sure
is you are mine
and I am yours

Sing me to sleep;

I'll see you in my dreams.

Sing something new,

I have nothing left—

I can't face the dark without you.

If you only knew

-I'd sacrifice my beating heart before I lose you.

"Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide"

Fuck the silver, let's go straight for the gold.

Alcove

Is it possible that spring could be
once more approaching? We forget each time
what a mindless business it is, porous like sleep,
adrift on the horizon, refusing to take sides, "mugwump
of the final hour," lest an agenda—horrors!—be imputed to it,
and the whole point of its being spring collapse
like a hole dug in sand. It's breathy, though,
you have to say that for it.
And should further seasons coagulate
into years, like spilled, dried paint, why,
who's to say we weren't provident? We indeed
looked out for others as though they mattered, and they,
catching the spirit, came home with us, spent the night
in an alcove from which their breathing could be heard clearly.
But it's not over yet. Terrible incidents happen
daily. That's how we get around obstacles.

"There is no reciprocity.

Men love women, women love children, children love hamsters. "