Same Ol' Same Ol'

The Dual
September 22, 2009
I hate you.
I hate the way you make me
feel.

But I see you.
I mean I
really see you.

I see through and
I see past you
and then I see you.

And then I love you.
And then I hate myself.

I suppose we’re wrapped up
in each other.
Except, you would never agree to that.

And that’s your appeal.
That (I know)
and the way you make me
feel.

Bisou
September 24, 2009

Kiss me
when a pool of sweat forms
in the small of my
back.
(When it’s all said
and done).

Kiss me
when I fold within you
and then through you
and then you
are the little spoon.

Kiss me
when hope is at my
doorstep
and I miss its call
because I’m in the
shower.

Kiss me
when I hand you my dirty
laundry and expect
it back better
than it looked
before.

Or,
just kiss me.

night drive(s) in your heart
November 26, 2009

night drive(s) in your heart
and it uses
peruses
abuses
and confuses you

night drive(s) in your heart
and it spits in your eye
then hands you a tissue
and laughs

night drive(s) in your heart
and it molds your veins
into little trees
with empty branches

night drive(s) in your heart
and drops off the kids
and wants them back on Sunday
at nine o’clock sharp

(or there’ll be hell to pay)

night drive(s) in your heart
and it doesn’t respect you
and it never will
because it’s the night

and you lost custody a long time ago