Golden-Haired Boy

I thought I was your Golden-Haired Boy,
But you went and found another and another and
Left me to die on the stable floor
Bloodied by the horse's hooves,
Covered in hay and horseshit,
Desperately calling out, being unheard;
Yet my Princess you remain,
Although I do not know by what right or reason,
Reason having gone long ago.
If my hair is golden still, it matters little;
The veil should fall by dawn.

New Year's Day

At 3 a.m. I ate a bowl of mac and cheese and thought of you
Having New Year's in Pacific Time and
Cried as my sister drunkenly comforted me
Like the Long Island girl she is.
It's okay. It's okay.
I never thought powdered cheese could taste so
Right and so sad.

A long vacation

The water is bluer there
Where the air is filled with mango juice.
We dipped our souls in Caribbean sands
Like fountain pens soaking up ink.
I took her hand and we drifted out to sea
Never to be
The same.

he looked outside the door to find

he looked outside the door to find
he'd lost his mind
when it went he did not know
it had to go
where it went is even stranger
he hoped it was in no true danger
for the world is wide from where his mind once stood
being lost forever wouldn't come to any good
he looked again outside to find
he'd lost his lost his mind

The Magician

Yes, I have tricks in my pocket;
Yes, I can make things disappear.
Can I borrow your gold locket?
No, have no fear.
I may have tricks in my pocket,
But your locket
Will be safe in here.

Yes, I have something up my sleeve;
Yes, I can slip things out of sight.
All you must do is believe—
No, have no fright.
I may have things up my sleeve,
But believe
And it will come out all right.

8-Feb-13

Fun or Fur?

These days

I am speaking in hyperboles and clichés

Much to my dismay.

Insane

Is it to want to put these drugs into my veins

Or to hold my gains?

I can

Remind myself that I am merely a human,

Simply lost again.

Lost her,

Or has she stayed with me and only gone to blur?

Is it fun or fur?

Object

Think;
Feel;
Breathe;
Receive the good news with the bad,
Even though it seems to be mostly bad news out there,
This scary world we live in.
But we must be brave;
Bold;
Fierce in the face of Against All Odds
Whether it's gods or God or universe or
Nothing you prefer.
This world is as real as we make it be,
But my reality depends on your realness, so be
Real.
That's the deal we make with each other.
I'll be real if you're real and she's real and he's definitely real.
The adjectives are subjective;
Just don't objectify me.

3/3/13