untitled(someday, sometime, somewhere, 2009)

I slept through the morning waking to a cool sweat Tangled in the top sheet I struggled to close the window only to find the breeze unseasonably warm My mouth was dry and thick brown phlegm came up from my lungs and into the sheets I had been dreaming of her It wasn't the sexual fantasies that had reoccurred the recent nights with THE DRIVE returning from its brief vacation on the junk It was spring She lay across the wicker couch on my parents' back porch head in my lap gently messaging my hands in silence A certain calm surged through me but suddenly broke after the petite fingers dragged themselves across the tracks Two inches of white scar tissue stretching from hand to wrist Looking up to make eye contact i answer the question before it is asked
Its from before before be for be fore we met This is were my love went and never came back
everything is different now
you know that right
that was it I awoke with out a response and nothing resolved
outside of my room my parents would tell me i ruined it all and it was time i made myself scarce
things were not so different

untitled #12

nervously i bit my lip through anthems of our youth
the car glides through ice
we comment how up beat a song about suicide can be