depthless

my blood chills
when you whisper
cold fingers tap a rhythm
my spine vulnerable
to the cadence
i start to imagine
depthless eyes
avidly searching mine

it's hard
to keep frustration at bay
to convince myself it's ok
to wait
for a tomorrow that will
probably never come.

fog dragons on my desktop.

yesterday i...

1. learned that crispy pata can be very entertaining.
2. had dinner at Aruba - Metrowalk with 3 of my high school friends.
3. rediscovered that spur-of-the-moment get-togethers are more fun than planned ones.
4. found out that age is catching up on you when your friends start talking about old fogeys (eg. tony leviste) sitting across our table instead of the dee-lish younger men swarming all over.
5. had my fill of vibrators and whatnot at the Pleasure Place.
6. learned that froth can be as dangerous as the hot latte it tops.
7. realized that i will always be grateful for friends.

my baby gurl.

your eyes are hollow~
empty stare mirroring a broken soul
stricken, you are, with the disease of the dead
you walk the earth a shell of the man you used to be
hope has long abandoned you.

bruised and calloused
from crawling on my hands and feet
i'm not complaining.
my cheeks are stained and streaked
with age-old tears and grieving
my silence is complete.

wishing on a firefly

gazing at you from afar
wondering what is wrinkling your brow.
i stare at you
silently commanding your eyes to meet mine.
you lift up your head
you look around like you're lost.
i plead.
i can make you smile.
i can make you mine.
if only.
i'm wishing on a firefly.

lucky duck

"are you shouting at me?"
"yes i am, you stupid bitch."
-- 7:21pm, Fraser Place.

it's all about choice.

the spoon falls and the silence is broken.
the silvery sound it made on the floor echoes in my ear.
the syrup glistens on the tiles.
i pick up the slice of mandarin orange but it slides and escapes my thumb and forefinger.
i am distracted from the machinations of my mind.
sigh.
i dread the chore of standing up and getting another spoon.
i sip the syrup from the bowl and eat the remaining fruit with my fingers.
i can live without the spoon.