padlock in place, fro-
zen in a hell mind-made. un-
lock me. i'd like it.
 
 
i.
your eyes are the an-
swer. bonds are anointed by
the tears on your cheeks.

ii.
afternoon sun, wrap
me in the lazy days of
the weekend. keep me.

iii.
too soon, too late. in
the limbo of love and hate.
who are you? us? we?
 
 
inside the tsuna-
mi, there were bruises: broken
towns, lives, broken hearts.

R.I.P. to those lost in Japan.
 
 
this time, the grass is
cold. mud hits my knees. the ot-
her side, not so sweet.
 
 
Very sorry for the late posts! I had no time to come on the site. But here it is, Day 10 and 11 in the next post:

rancid moonlight lit-
ters the car, rocking eyelids
shut. sleep straps me in.
 
 
Prelude:
slowly i am leav-
ing, thoughts and feelings crawling
back to the unknown.

Story 1:
i am so very ____;
you make me want to ____ and
____, until I ____.

Story 2:
until you can _____,
you need to _____ and _____; I
won't _____ until then.

Postlude:
slowly i am com-
ing. the heart will always burst
with need. is this love?
 
 
i.
Deep in jaw, hunger
laid over my lips, I lick
raw chap prediction.

ii.
I was born this way:
syllables hanging off lips,
eyes pointed to God.

iii.
You can hopscotch a-
cross her scars, under southern
freeways and palm trees.

iv.
I look at the in-
sides of my arms. Your imprint
is missing. Come home.
 
 
We bellow against
Aesop cutting out our tales,
love fables on tongue.
 
 
*Inspired by a Facebook status

Laced with his essence,
I get hieroglyphic, mouthful
in sunken-relief.
 
 
i.
Moonlighting in Will-
iamsburg. Payments in Tina
Fey's, 80's music.

ii.
Buttercream cupcakes,
Plato on my tongue, the one
night stand comedy.