Delight

My sister still cuts her own hair even though
Everyone tells her to change.
Once someone told my friend to get off their high horse
And she said to address her as "your majesty"
So that someone simply said "But ma'am don't you see
That no one can control our mother's beauty?"
I saw the big picture after that but it went over my friends' head
What do you expect from someone who's given up
Everything? Nothing?
Sometimes I can't tell if you're asking me
Or requesting me to go.
Sometimes making no sense makes you look smart
(as I'm hoping this will do)
I would like you to love to know
Nothing at all
But you're so fucking smart and I am dusting off my feet at your doorstep.

Demands from Miles Away from A Man All Out of Ideas to Swoon You

You were love and you were my fashion
In a year where I was lost
My regrets and your hands joined as one
And twirled through school dances while everyone
Stood on opposite ends dancing with envy
You were lust and you were my fashion
In a year where I knew nothing
Insipid calls and caring words
Were the next flights over my head
Out of hand, out of sight and just plain
Simple and intricate all at the same time
Years bled through my skin and apologies spilled out
I guess this is just one last “rest in peace”.

The Bitter Taste of Honey

There was a time in my life
When my age equaled four after the
Pluses and minuses
A girl I knew who’s name rhymed with a colour
"That you will never hear…"
I had us pegged as married in my dreams
Her hair was in pigtails and always smelled of honey
And cheap shampoo
One day she played in the wind with that dress I loved
I saw her twirl against the air’s current
It’s always swift when the sun blinds you
For fifteen years
Now she fucks anyone with something to swig, sniff, smoke or swallow
It was a Wednesday when I went to visit her
We caught up on old times, passed a pipe
And stained the sheets
Regret can be fucking suicide.