pleasure

pleasure
as a measure
is your cup brimming
is your mind swimming
are your insides teeming
or are you half empty like me

pleasure
something to treasure
a fleeting glimpse
of a well known risk
taking the chance
fucking the consequence

pleasure
for her i endeavor
an enigma, but too clever
thousands of lines to decipher
its unsolvable architecture
states the truth is
there’s no right answer

pleasure
flip the lever
something to treasure
can’t be measured
the forever
and forever never
my endless endeavor

heart unslung

self anointed
the disappointed
typecast in a role
forever appointed
to be the fool
a useless tool
or whatever comes
back smiling.

this routine becomes
the classic error
you were never
smooth
nor debonair
even if you tried
you’re sure
you’d fail
assigned to the lower rung
you watch with your
heart unslung
never spoke before spun
losing everything
under your sun.

lose the girl

phase one
spill your guts
honesty
as a quality
never quite worked
well for me
anyway

phase two
she’ll
set the distance
push it between us
incrementally
greater with
every passing day

phase three
always demonstrates
the hands of fate
never had
happiness
planned for me

phase four
sidelined
I’ve been
marginalized
this spectator process
reaks with the
stench of familiarity

phase five
into the abyss
the bottomless pit
darkness
seals the edge
and engulfs me

phase six
repeat
and rinse.

daily headaches

waking
to
daily
headaches
resulting
from
lucid
dreams
the type you
wish you
didn’t wake from
the kind that tugs
on seams
stitched into
the infrastructure
and its
fabric
wrapped
tightly
enveloping
corners
draping
across
edges
touching
briefly
total
existence
its
constitution
consisting
of
inhales
and
exhales
heartbeats
blood coursing
through
constricting
arteries
thrusting
forcing
oxygen
preventing
this
aneurysm
the blood
clotting
thoughts
stopping
breaking
brain waves
clearing
double
overhead
crushing
hurling
this
imagination
swirling
touching
briefly
its
constitution
consisting
of
daily
headaches

closed to the public

crushed velvet spun about
empty rooms that never sleep
and doors that won’t shut

aware

survey the landscape
as it unfolds before me
unfurled like a rug

scathed

battle dressed and drawn
a swords edge will surely find
a home through my heart

do as thou wilt

i am the king of this castle
but you, my mistress, are it’s queen
if it pleases you to dominate
then do as thou wilt with me
i deserve your punishment, i ache for it’s sting
i need your reminder, of my crimes against your decency
you are my queen, mistress
do as thou wilt, to me

we’re the aliens

they said
aliens
have built
bases on
the moon
but
if you think about it
we’re the aliens
to them

reflects me

what will happen when the light reflects me
what do you think of when your mind empties
what do you hear when you listen to me
what do you see when you look right through me

is it what i expect
is it what i project
or is it what you’ve decided
that i am to you

close your eyes
let the new year ring
open your mind and
i can be your everything

grasping for the ledge
to save me
catch a glimpse of
that which reflects me