Falling Star

Is anything wrong in

the adoration of pain and

the worship of healing?

You tell me.

Is there?

And so I think I'll redo

the beginnings of making

a wish, and break the

ending so you won't have

to wait for a falling star.

Just any star. Why should

the failures get all the fun

after all?

Kiss Concrete

exhaustion rides long and hard

to east and west;

just want to

kiss concrete until

my face burns

kiss concrete

until bloodlust slackens

until the world fits

in my rearview mirror

and truck tires

*

crush the feeling

from my lungs

Pathos.

I'm real.

No...

No, you're not.

You're a figment

of my insanity.

I made you up

so I wouldn't be lonely

and

I made you fall

in love

with me.

XXX

She dreams the prison ward,

but that is reality,

and when she rebels,

she wakes to inexplicable bruises.

It was just a dream.

And I'm sorry.

But I still love you.