on our legal marriage

we will have a castle
plastered with bookshelves, candles,
music to make us smile and cry.
we will dance beneath the diamond sky
and swim naked in the pond I know we will have
and laugh about this, and that,
and have cats.
(tempo and ringo, still?)

we will make dinner, and hang laundry, and go out
or stay in.
it's an epic win.
you're my best friend.

my dirty little secret

is entwined in my mind
like your limbs around mine.

i want my parched lips to drink
from the well of your tears and that cold glass
of vodka and confusion,
follow the contours of your face that i know,
so well, well, well.

i want to know why you said, "go slow"
and why that burn is not
fading.

i want to know if i should say, "no"
because if i don't want to know
anything,

then i am nothing.

just another regret.

to have known one dead

you are star lights
and leopard tights
you are dead days
and throbbing nights
you are fighting

for him, for what he is
for what he gives

is black, black
black like your night thrills
black light your right kills
you've scaled the heights
of devotion and he gives
back, back
back with a needle in a haystack
and throbbing veins slowly
black, black
black

i can do that too

the day everyone went fuck crazy
i was climbing up mount misery

the day she swore she told me
i was blast drowning in ecstasy

the day he said he was sorry
declared dead on the word "i"
and me so brow-beaten-broken
raised my head to the sky.

ophelia

if i could,
i would.
oh, i would.

if i love,
then i love,
and oh, i love.

if i see
what i've seen
and i see
what i've seen,
then i see.

and i would love.

i would love you.

jet sunset

when we turn heads
and words
twisted upside down
hanging around for the last sound:
all you have to do

your voice says my name these days
with a little
something special
and i smile -
for hours
and hours
and hours
on end

i'm driving into the light now, into a sunset
so i'm chasing it, and you're chasing me,
and baby, can't you see?
that maybe, all we can be

are our own last words:
all you have to do

kyle

poetry and
love children and
saturday night
open mike

your apology is not accepted!