“What's your poison? ”
the bartender asked.
And she thought
as she lit a cigarette.
...
You ask me to speak to you
But I long ago emptied the words
from my heart into the landfill
of thin air surrounding you.
...
I awoke today and found the hands of your time
moving forward, one with the world, one with me;
instead of reeling you into days past and forgetting you there.
For one moment, we share the same perceptions,
...
I have seen
a castle bustling with life
built in a dessert
that was named after death.
...
It is what it is,
this life I live.
Alone, I tumble and cartwheel
across forgotten prairie's.
...
I want to consume you in every way possible
until there is nothing left for me to do
but lick what's left of you
off the tips of my fingers,
...
I thought I could preserve
those succulent memories
to last a lifetime without you,
but I found that I am tired
...