February 21, 2010

the words

come out not when they're needed,
so desperately needed,
urgently needed,
matter-of-fact[ly] needed,
only when they're heartfelt,
and wanted,
dreamed,
impassioned.

not lulled,
drug,
soon to be buried,
even sooner to be forgot. 

but- those words are the only
worth anything.
the only determinants 
of a perchance happier future,
career, state of mind...

write, i must.
though i shudder. 



June 8, 2009

you've

thirteen more rings
round your waist
round your hands
round your tongue
than i,
and me?
i can't help but
swelter, helter-skelter
midst and against each of those rings;
bearing my adolescence like a 
summer sheath
 begging to be
peeled, appealed 
quickly
off and away 
so that i can swim cool and proper
without restraint
of too little
or too many 
years and things and experiences,
she obstinately tells me. 


May 29, 2009

where


can i escape to?
why
can't i escape? 

May 27, 2009

or swallow


some countless number
of sweet, sweet lozenges.
perhaps then
i shall be free.

maybe


if i hold my breath
long enough.

if

i commit (       )
and fail
i'll be no less
embarrassed
with myself.

April 29, 2009

i want to

i have to
i'm going to,
lest i be stopped
on the way home.