My ear itches, and my heart is on a role.

run
away, toward Arizona.

the eye
on back of my head
sees her brown eyes
tearing, then closing.

run,
faster.

body shakes,
rumbles from within.

all power has left,
and I have failed myself again.

My heart is too full of love,
my soul is too ready to give away my love.

run, run, run;
further.

yet I want her.
I want her
to want me.

Cheap Trick
sings in my head,
as I continue to run.

"I need you to need me."

....

"I'd love you to love me.."

RUN!

fall.
tumble.
turn.

crawl back.
lay in bed.
stare.
think.

the bedroom door opens slowly,
methodically.

she whispers my name,
crawls into bed and holds me.

my body quivers
and there are no more thoughts
requiring me to run.

I stay.
I will wait.
I will love.
As my heart loves to love.

Raincoat

The pebbles crush
my placid feet-
      walk through the shallow bank
blinded by rain,
                         a hellish hail.

Pinch,
          snare,
                    scream.

The skin-
     under the puckered water
              in the midst of falling rocks
                   and baffled shrieks;
 
sinks,
          pulls,
                   tears.

The infernal earth
      meanders about the muscle,
             rudimentarily clinging.


                                                        The muscle needs its raincoat.






I will not be washed away.

A Void In My Wall

I heard scraping
against the side wall of my bedroom,
it started as a slight hush of a whisper,
then the nails deepened into the dry wall
and began scratching deeply away ,
digging feverishly ,
as if whoever was on the other side was thirsty for blood
or thirsty to keep their life.

Frightened and perturbed,
I backed into the adjacent corner,
cowering in anticpation of death on one end of the wall.

For hours I listened to this
incessant scratching.

Fear turned into curiosity ,
which in turn became
a need to know.

I grabbed a hammer
and started pounding away,
with more force than I realized I had in strength.

Finally,
I broke through the wall.

On the other side
I saw-

An empty room.

Null and void of any form of life.

Words Won't Make A Car Start

My eyes grow tired
as my mouth dries- yearning for a beer,
or anything of substance
to calm,
to relate
my mind with my inebriation.

I feel...
I am safe inside myself,
yet confused with a sense
of irresponsibility laced with desire for,

for
...

pleasure.

There is a deception
within my heart.

I WANT to deceive myself
    into thinking
i want something
i do not care for .

----
music.
....
distraction.

a wandering mind.

let me grab a beer.
......  .....

back with a Stella (Artois) in hand,
tastes like weed..
or like Heineken.

I speak to my roommate/ friend.

I speak to myself.

And let my mind rest in complete
contentment that I have no more to think
or say.

Stagnant as the day I was born
I sit
and listen
to the hum of a silent car.