this.

explode

I’ve wondered…

IMPLODE                             or rather              how long

Fire. Crock the look it doesn’t really suit you. Suite. Sweeeeeet. How long before the sanity breaks and my skull goes? but the dragons nails are digging deep scores of blood I bellow below and plead plankfully. It’s so much harder now. swallow. Gurlp. Gulp the pain and he saunters away anyway. Its ELEVEN ELEVen I won’t be sleeping much tonight.

“It’s not the same without you lying by my side”

Look over let me keel  at you. Penetrate the surface and see the broken glass stuck in the shadows of my veins protruding clogging my arteries and cutting into my _____. Dig deep.

the chicken made a pit stop.

where are the original ideas

words seep out my eyeballs

Wharton

I will not succumb to the pressures

of this twenty-first century idea

of life’s greatest treasures.

I will trash on your Wharton books

and stomp on your Blackberries

before you can BBM for help.

I want people because stick figures

don’t suite my desires

I need that inside.

There’s no emergency button

to get you out

of this beautiful mess.

I’m wasting time,

but I’d rather waste that

than throw myself

away.

hid

starving,

for, conversation,

mind-blowing,

mommy,

flaming,

bbq chicken,

eclipses,

can’t, hide,

in, the, covers,

Twisted works

behind the job.

He smiles but there

are no beats.

SKIP.

See?

Tom Cruise does.

Poetry can be broken into

phrases but where do I

put the linear algebra?

Away

Version 1:

held back today

she wiggles

in the garbage can

bursts free the chains

fall and she rolls away and away

Version 2:

garbage bursts

chains the fall

and rolls she

away

she away

held wiggles

today back in

the free can

and.

Version 3:

and

can free the

in back today

wiggles held

away she

away

she rolls and

fall the chains

bursts garbage.

Alphabet poem

Apples beam colors decorated exiting faraway gaga homes

Injured, justifying kinked loops melting nomadically opposite

Purple quaint roosters staged tactfully

Under vagabonds withering xenophobia

yellow

Zion.

i remember…

I remember silhouettes of strangers but they called themselves Mom and Dad and I remember planes and trains and trucks and buses that took us away from both and I remember tumbling cars and the piercing screams that sheltered them from the storm

I remember broken robot arms and Legos to take up the time and I remember planning on forgetting it all

But I also remember summer nights sprawled on Brainard Road and I remember leaving notes on the sophomore boy’s cars and feeling like we had finally found “our guys”

I remember Junior year basketball games when the spirits brought everyone together forever it seemed

And I remember Sterncrest and looking for the tackiest Christmas lights in town

And I remember sitting in the backseat with tears dwelling in my eyes at the thought of growing out of this

I remember thinking that the tears would never dry.

I remember hating Leo for going to college and letting me face high school alone and I remember him worrying about me always and

I remember telling him that I didn’t need him to protect me anymore. I remember lying about that.

I remember the first time I talked to Jane on the phone and feeling like I wouldn’t rather be doing anything else in the world

I remember when studying for a test always gave you an A and I remember when I realized it wouldn’t always be so easy and

I remember when I wrote notes to remind myself how happy I was.

I remember waters over days and days and took my breath away