Month: May 2020

Self preservation in the back of my mind
Pink lilies with fragrant flowers
The way we talk time goes for hours
And I don’t complain
It’s nice to spend the afternoon wrapped up in conversation
With someone who can keep up
Can keep me on my toes
Never come too close

It’s the way I’m used to living I suppose

I stole a jackfruit from a catering company
A law-abiding contract
He told me I’m not making sense lately
And I can’t bear but agree
I think I’m as insane as can be
Jeopardizing my own position
In reaching paradise
A place that sounds quite nice

Shot me twice like I begged for it
Alaskan river cold, deep somber pride
I put on my pink plush robe and I sip my tea
I’m lonely, you see
In my wake I dream of a handsome man that can take it all away and save me from my distress
Admire me when I get undressed
Be there for me when I am stressed

It is just a passing thought
It is just a passing thought
It is just a passing thought
It is just a passing thought

Me, carnations that are wilting
Without you
Next to me
The fear-mongering outside
The paste-making tear dolls
Capturing you in your best light
Afraid of what darkness is
Your brightest hope
Gone in the daylight
Give it some time

You, attached to all that is holy
Flannel fleece jacket that I found warm
Those nights you let me have
Gifts in boxes, wrapped so pretty
Push my hair behind my ear
Wrap my silk scarf around my brain tight
A missed delight
The race is on
Move forward

Knives carving edges in what we are
What we used to be
More fear-mongering
Tasting the cake before it’s ready
You telling me things about my writing
Looking up when laughing
Carnations coming back to life
Flower food that works its magic
Stellar reviews on Amazon
Brick old fiction that you find charming
A steady pace will win this race
Calm and everlasting
To be, that

I think
You are
Crazy
And
I kind of
Like it

Spike it
Hammer to the ground
Lost and found
Etch and sketch
Little miss made-up
Audrey Hepburn princess
That type of nice

Cool bag of ice
Tall boys seem nice

The pressure’s thick
Lay it on
I’m tired of your games
I want you to misbehave
I want you to say my name

It’s an underachievement to leave me unattended
And alone
Prone to miscalculation
Cash, quick and loan
Money and fast cars
A refusal for a date
Because I’m thinking of someone else

Tall boys seem nice

She’s out in the back
Gardening
Where memories detach
When times were once peaceful
When things came alive
Back then

At dinnertime
Calling each other names
Exploitative for the two of us
Silent expressions
Like combat in hidden tempers
Don’t you remember

Could you have sworn
You remembered his name
One, step. Two, step
Full chamber orchestra
Mercedes GLA 250 parked outside
Your call

Dial-tone

Me and your alcoholism
Don’t seem to mix
Like candlelit bricks
Versace heels
Split in half
Men’s perfume on my sweater
I find myself pure
And I’m not interested in your thoughts

For right now
It’s pure bliss
The carnations grow in the right directions
And I have my hair in a ponytail
You tell me my blush looks nice and pink
Saturated like the sun
Less than heavy like the eclipse we saw last week

Okay pretty girl, you soothe me
In ways that I find a bit refined
And partially reduced in such a way
But I’ll take it
If it comes from you
I’ll take it

Like a silver moon
Like morning dew