Monthly Archives: October 2014

I Talk Too Much

They roll out like a pastry crust
Hitting the floor, rolling open
Like a floppy, alabaster carpet.
Like burning steam out a vent:
Relieving the pressure within–
But scalding passer-bys.
I try to reign in the urge to purge
Inner dilemma, straining miserably.
If I let the baggage fall off
Another may pick up the fare
(Which isn’t fair at all.)
If the pastry crust rolls out–
If the bumpy carpet trips–
If I choke and the words gurgle up
Everything else disappears.
Friends become faceless.
There is no space between my mouth
And a functional ear.
There are too many configurations
Of old, visible scars
That speak for themselves
Without saying any words.
But I speak of them anyway
Like a murder of crows
That has become apathetic
Towards the sounds of gunfire.



Eggshells’ve fallen in.
The custard knows my inexperience.
The cheese comes out black.
The crust comes out dry.
I eat every bit of it
with bitter, spiteful satisfaction.
Shells crack under my fork
and shatter.
A piece brings tears to one eye.
I had once complained that
I hated quiche,
but now I wish I’d given it a chance
when you were still around
to make it right.

For Harry


Magic must be real
Because this certainly never was
Apathy for all three meals
Because food has turned to dust

How did you get there?
What made you make up tales?
Suddenly I have no words to spare
While you get rid of yours in a fire-sale

My own paranoia turned on me
I feel the slick blood before the knife
Wish ex-es never happened, you see
Only wanted one person my whole life

“How could you? After all I’ve done!”
I wish there was something to say
You just wanted more, more reasons
To punish me and push me away

You’ll never believe my words
My “track record” was never cleansed
But You didn’t put merit in rumors…
What changed your heart in the end?

But for my own sake…
I’ll admit the truth:
From the forbidden cup, I never drank
The only one I ever loved was you.