Cum

taking by force
the tortured swinelove in your
violet cummerbund

Sometimes

i start to miss you
hallucinating you, babe
so long gone from here

Everytime

fat flying angels
love poems, nothing but love poems,
around in circles

flying on laughter
throwing golden confetti
at twinkling blue eyes

Patient

This face full of doubt
quietly realizing
That nothing is perfect

the Thing that was his Because

deep in the sunset
of his burning cigarette
i saw the reason

Note to Self

write me a scene
let there be a guy dangling
from a trapeze, dead.

The Shiniest Boy

my heart still pounding
you make it so difficult
alone in the snow

incorrigible and true
the color of tomorrow
you make it worth it