MAGICAL THINKING

If you could be game, Muse
If you could be present, DJ
If you could be available, Friend

I would wrap your mind in fun
Kiss your neck freely at all hours
See your pain and raise you up a little every day

Because you are worth it
and so am I
Laugh with me into the sunset

And while I fantasized those soft lips that bruised mine
The mirrors of abject fear cloaked in beauty
Freckles and changed pallor of early morning
Seen and appreciated

A dying man vomited on the carpet
His skeleton barely sustaining the t-shirt
Cool grey sockets to match his hair
Struggling for dignity and a bathroom
"oh man oh man oh man"

Both of us willing with all of our might
To be a stuffed animal instead of a peanut

Both of us
Refusing to give up
Just yet

UNLOCKING THE SUBTERFUGE

Leading with my heart

Wide open and wide eyed

I stretched toward a ray of hope

Spread, plead, bled

Into the depths of ruin

Completely,  

Wholly,

Nonchalantly,

Effortlessly,

Squashed

Offering up no resistance

Destroyed, pitted and pitched

Low fruit pulverized

Too ripe on the vine

And too foul to merit a second...thought

As if I was never there

Tripped over but never seen

Gazing from between cement and heel

A timer goes off

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