mouth of a lion

truthfully
i hate your
annoyance
and the motions
of your hands
when you flutter
like an
angry hornet.

i despise your
wretched voice
and that
horrendous laugh
that breaks down
the world
like an earthquake.

i simply loathe
the way
you must insult
everything
that i have done.

i realize
that i am not
perfect.

admittance
is more than i can bear.

my claustrophobia
is
terrifying
for me to
live with
and yet you
continue to
bring back the
horrors of
a broken past.

can i say this tonight?

future future future
tense.

i refuse to
tolerate you
any longer
than i have to.

(i claim this;
i am a rock.)

people in glass houses

stay like a mover
move like a cruiser
and take me so far away
dance like a tosser
i think we've lost her
she's gotten carried away
these rhymes
are mine
i can't
deny
how hard
i've tried
to sacrfice
the numbness of my beating heart
when i see daydreams
from the start
when i defy
i petrify
but now
i lie
most of the time
in vain
the stain
beyond the wall
in through the window
i bravely crawl
into your bed
into the shed
when i am here
i'll rest my head.

the dead
the dead
the dead
the dead
will reawaken
in my bed.

the situation

you've got the death stare of
one thousand petals
throwing
flowing
down
down
down
and could i ever
make it so
make it so
out of order
like a jester
in my mask of
desperate hope?

i know
that when
plates break
you laugh
and i
dislike you
more and more
with each passing day
go away
stay away

(she's
claiming lives
straying dives.)

i just can't

understand why

my life
despite
the empty
subconscious of a lie
beauty
is not with me
tonight
want to
break you take you make you
down
while the thunder of
your hips and legs
move like
little birdie birds
beside me
how i hate
being me.

the pointless elegance
of your scattered
garden
of tangled hairs
always
enthralled me.

take him away

raw
words scrape like skin
against moving muscles and
singing lakes
that
break hugs between
two three four
water song birds
inside
the heart of the
tracheal opening
of the wound
in the arm of the boy
with the
eyes
that are openly beautifully brown
reflecting your past
mistakes with a
careful
sense of
foreboding shame.