Next summer

The water pools under her dirty feet
Dark and clay-like they sink further into the murky deep
“Stick to me like glue , “she thinks
There’s always next summer to get you clean

The water swirls in her dirty sink
I’ve been washing these hands for years it seems
The cracks are trials of yet another week
But there’s always next summer to get you clean

The water ebbs at her bended knees
I’ve been waiting on them for decades in silent plea
So stiff and weary from years of no belief
There’s always next summer to get you clean

The water flows in the swollen creek
No boulders trapping it’s fast release
Just the sharp, jagged edges of it’s furious relief
And there is always next summer to get you clean

Mascara

Ugly cried today

Twice but not three

Face in the mirror

Twisted with dark streaks

Put it all on me

Extra thick like

Just like you hate it

I hate it

What a waste

Of high end mascara

You’ll always be

Done

You hate to be kind

I’m sorry

but not

sorry

I didn’t cry

I’m hurt feelings

and your feelings

hurt

It’s ok but it’s been

too much work

A la Carte

Broken heart

why sup

On sorrow

and she disappointed her wits with the end

Auvoir has come again

Huge sigh

…of sweet goodbyes

Black Water

I would say I hate you

but I hate me more

I drained the bath water then dove headfirst

into remiss or a longing that’s called

a nightmare , the abyss

I siphoned the filth out of my weeping lungs

and choked on my bitter tongue

With that violent chasm

I sputtered half dead

and drowned the last little bit of sad

the proverbial baby and all that jazz

out with the dirty wash I thought you ‘d go

but then I heard you snoring  or wheezing or maybe reeling

as I rolled over and smothered that thought

of missing your lips and crushed that last regress

hard pressed though

to shed a tear this time

the wound it’s just too old

with now stone cold fingertips,

I  brushed  you off

then finally ,you go

Auvoir, kiss, kiss and

Away…then

You’re gone

 

 

Just Leave

It hit me like a brick mess it ran red like that just too quick

when you called me out

for catching the feels

you said

You hated it for me

made yourself leave

but I told you didn’t I

What it was about to be

can I still be

Still be kinda sorry

That it got weird the

instant you stayed

and I kind of liked it

I mean I liked you

Before …

when you’d leave

The Burdening

I unleashed my fury in a torrent of black ink

Splattering across this creamy perfection

Breaking the pristine quiet

Of a blank page

And ripping it to shreds

My muses love the violence

They shriek

”More,

More,

More”

Then the silence

“No more”

Inter -Stellar -Communications

The night sky draws wide

Shooting straight through the cloud ridden skies

And that …

That extra- superior moonlight

Can be inspired by nothing less

Than your flash of bright

Stellar

Stellar