there is no middle ground here
no home tree
safe zone
olly olly oxenfree.
this graying fog is just
blinding hate and blackened love
mingled too closely.
'all's fair in love and war'
is redundant enough to make me cringe.
there is no clean line for us,
no Do Not Cross tape
crisscrossing the boundaries to our fucked-up minds.
Here, every smile could be
a secret knife, sliding between sleeping ribs
to a heart frayed with loving you.
every word is the molten iron,
forged into rough honest words of caring
or broken splinters into lungs wheezing out a last apology.
at least living on the edge
has one helluva g
Pavlov would be proud
of the way you salivate for love.
ears perked forward and
eager jaws foaming
at the very thought of a bell
whose clapper rusted long ago.
think outside the box because
the cat doesn't want you here and
you're enjoying shock therapy a little too much.
pick up your head,
exhale the dust of old memories
and
move
on.
don't tell mother
that her little girl's breasts
are slathered over the internet,
like so much cheap butter.
shy gins and
upward sweeping lashes
don't hide the fact that she has become
what you never wanted.
don't tell daddy
that his skin is dark like
exotic spices spilled on the kitchen counter.
she can't name them all, she just knows
he tastes like the coldest water on the driest day.
don't tell sister
how much you wish to be her
and
don't tell brother
that you are green with envy at what he has.
don't tell auntie
that you kissed a girl
and
don't tell uncle
you loved it.
I am
the ache woven between your ribs
some where deep that your fingertips only brush and
your nails can't quite reach
because i know you're just itching to dig me out
I am
the fleeting thought of running
that split-second with a million moments hidden inside
before you jump
or don't jump, because, let's face it, we're both cowards
I am
that soothing cancer
ever present and ever painful
still here after enough radiation to make Hiroshima look like just another warm day
you ask me why? and i know the reason; healthiness is too droll for you
there is no middle ground here
no home tree
safe zone
olly olly oxenfree.
this graying fog is just
blinding hate and blackened love
mingled too closely.
'all's fair in love and war'
is redundant enough to make me cringe.
there is no clean line for us,
no Do Not Cross tape
crisscrossing the boundaries to our fucked-up minds.
Here, every smile could be
a secret knife, sliding between sleeping ribs
to a heart frayed with loving you.
every word is the molten iron,
forged into rough honest words of caring
or broken splinters into lungs wheezing out a last apology.
at least living on the edge
has one helluva g
Pavlov would be proud
of the way you salivate for love.
ears perked forward and
eager jaws foaming
at the very thought of a bell
whose clapper rusted long ago.
think outside the box because
the cat doesn't want you here and
you're enjoying shock therapy a little too much.
pick up your head,
exhale the dust of old memories
and
move
on.
don't tell mother
that her little girl's breasts
are slathered over the internet,
like so much cheap butter.
shy gins and
upward sweeping lashes
don't hide the fact that she has become
what you never wanted.
don't tell daddy
that his skin is dark like
exotic spices spilled on the kitchen counter.
she can't name them all, she just knows
he tastes like the coldest water on the driest day.
don't tell sister
how much you wish to be her
and
don't tell brother
that you are green with envy at what he has.
don't tell auntie
that you kissed a girl
and
don't tell uncle
you loved it.
I am
the ache woven between your ribs
some where deep that your fingertips only brush and
your nails can't quite reach
because i know you're just itching to dig me out
I am
the fleeting thought of running
that split-second with a million moments hidden inside
before you jump
or don't jump, because, let's face it, we're both cowards
I am
that soothing cancer
ever present and ever painful
still here after enough radiation to make Hiroshima look like just another warm day
you ask me why? and i know the reason; healthiness is too droll for you