we had a rock by a pond
your families' ghosts sat in the trees
all i could hear was the dogs
galloping through the leaves
i was barefoot and you led the way
tears welled up as i held you close
i almost fell off the quad
there was so much beauty to see
when we laid on the rock, you and me
the sun had warmed it
i was not cold
we saw the notched holes
of a time now past
i wondered if your great grandmother
had ever laid like us
in the storm weather of our time
it was the only moment of peace
it was quick, it was important
laying my head on your chest
hearing your heartbeat
but it was quickly gone
we had a rock, you and i
we had a rock by a pond


How long has it been since we've talked?
I can barely remember your voice
I just saved the voicemail of you screaming
Your scars - I no longer have them memorized
But I do remember you have them - lots
You - a giant screaming scar
A perfect symbolism, really, perfect
I met a boy today, he doesn't remind
me of you. No. I met a boy
Who stares at me more than you ever did
Stares at me more than you ever loved me
I've incorporated you in the same poem
Only because the way he looks at me
Unwraps memories of you and how
Fucking terrible you were to me

How generically achieved producers would squeal
At the dramatic episode we've lived
Imagine it now - a virgin with the
Thoughtful inability to love another
All the world at her fingernails
Falls for a soul in collapse, a boy
Struggling to make it in his depression
All her love, blended well with
-Who would have guessed? -
Good intentions!
Abused, struck with deeply arousing
sexual encounters - everywhere - also
a great deal of hateful, passionate
verbal exchanges. ending with a boy
holding a knife at his throat. a girl
running away to hide in the trees
and rain. Hurray!
Let it be known that the only happy
ending is the one with great distance
and great saddness

Creator magnified by a single shadow
Crow figure that begins a thought
Building shallow delusions
For the sake of an ability to fly
Sacrifice - a virgin in all ways
Must be new to love, devoid of any ability
To feel, touch, know the concept of depth
Awaken in her a slumbering star
Blinking madly, newly blinded
As the crow flies - or so they say
You were not so deceptively brilliant
As caught in a wind that finally
Allowed you to soar a familiar song
I wonder if you flapped madly
Struggled to reach this magnitude
It wasn't so much an empty scarcity
As a fateful path into the truthful realm
Let us not romanticize reality
Brutal truths unveil certain desires
Acutely tuned to that devilish destiny
Awaiting you - a falling star
Sure as the wind - you took the sacrifice
In an innocent hopeful patience
And now we are both inbetween
A purgatory that Dante would admire
Though a Star and Crow can meet
(A star more like an alien then gaseous celestial
and a crow more like a man)
Explosion is inevitable

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