the boy who's never supposed to die is actually a chimp

Tethered to your hook
I walk in spirals
Made foolish
Made green
Made bitter and mean.

Where you walk I follow
Peacock feathers and pen in hair
I spend nothing but sighs
Pitiful sighs.

Come-back.

I know its too late to still be around
I know its a madcap world going round in fury
I know I'm losing my mind with every breath you take
I know.

Somewhere I'm saying goodbye to you
Somewhere the pain's receding
Somewhere you and I are bound to relent
But not here

Not now.

What happens when you decide you want to be an adult?

It's like jumping from one island to another and then there's deep, dark, water all around you, waiting to pull you in.

"You should drown with me," HE croons.

"I'm scared of depth you idiot."

Sunset Boulevard

i like creating images. i set them up - rearview mirror glances, purple sunsets and city silhouettes, sullen boys in dusty corners, a girl with no shadow on a train to nowhere - where do they all come from? i see moths circling the lone streetlight and i think fire and ice. i see you staring into the distance and i think black pellets of rain. i see god and i think pain.

i like creating images. i want to see them unfurl into blank portions of time, filling it up, like a jug of water that fills a little cup. ghosts dont get rid of themselves, you see. peacemakers, lovers, painters - they celebrate them ghosts. i dont like to look at it that way. what's to celebrate. you leave behind what's gone and you create new pictures. its freshman year now and suddenly you've graduated and out looking for a job. i dont like to look back, no.

but i like to create images.

It's all about getting that quick fix now.

Like minded, side stepping stones
That turn you upside down
Naked in the rain
You drown within your own grasp
Making no move to escape
Stuck to the ground
Where only you and I can see
How things are meant to be
Done.

Free verse

Reticent. Pushed up against a stone cold wall. Your palm tracing windtrails across my hair and you whisper little words. Words that I already know. It's as if the globe's falling in a huge arc and we're falling into it, breakneck speed and whirling feet, we go straight into the centre of it all, your eyes on mine, and our fingertips crushed together. Point of contact.

And there are trusty sidekicks stalking backyards and graves - toilet trained, dizzy made, help upright by one thought. A search for that something MORE. And I see you walk away from it. Knowing it full in the face, I see you running away from ideals and traces of color that shade collective, trusting, incompetent minds.

And I'm somewhere at the pinnacle. Slights and rage, trysts and haze, your resounding chuckle saved away. It's as if I don't know what I'm doing but how could I not? You're telling me. Again. Repeatedly. Like slippery pearls on the floor that run away from you. I could be wrong except that I'm not. But suddenly you tip and I fall at once, compliant.

Knowing that you're left behind

An idle heart, an occupied mind.

I caught your smile

And let go.