NOW :: 2010

Images taken-to-text

To fuck in my head

Hanging words like confetti

When I am already in bed

Later sets a party off inside

Takin’ the oxygen from my brain

This deprivation is stimulation

I will do things for you I can’t explain

Adesso.

Caldo.

Carne.

I want.

To feel

You.

Inside

Of me.

Now.

I said

Now.

I want it

Now

In whatever

Language

You want to fucking

Hear.

Break

The illusion

You paint

For me

So visual

So painstakingly

Clear.

Fucking doesn’t mean much to me

It means too much

To me

Right

Now

Open my body up

Like that

Bible in a motel

Nightstand

And vow

You will

Know

What

I feel like inside

I gave you

An image

In your mind

That I want

You to

Now

Ride.

Attach to me

I am grounded

There’s no fear

Of electrocution

Dragging this

Out

Is like a prelonged

Wet dream

And I am at

A stage of persecution

So wet

I could swim

And save the planet

I want

To fuck you now

Goddammit

Maintenant.

Trop

Mignon.

I want.

For me

And

You.

To just

Get it

On.

Now.

I said

Now.

I want it

Now

In whatever

Language

You want to fucking

Hear.

Break

The illusion

You paint

For me

So visual

So painstakingly

Clear.

DIRTY LAUNDRY :: 2010

I have forgotten what you meant to me

You are stripped from my vocabulary

Your name will never cross my lips again

I made that covenant deep inside of me

I just took you outta my life

Just like a bag of fucking dirty laundry

Your attention was a pariah

Sucking the very life from me

Distorting my values

And undermining my integrity

I let you come back too many times

And get the best of me

Falling back into your arms

Was like falling into a world of anxiety

I don't think you’re a good person

I think you’re driven by selfish intent

Your life carries a dark cloud

That now hangs over every moment we spent

This love was one that I imagined

This bond something I somehow dreamt

Now your actions are so transparent

An angry fool can now see what they meant

The names I had for you

Will never be spoken

Because they were voiced

Out of love for your attention

This time you have severed

What ever held me back

Is now a floodgate opened

To fuck up your need for retention

A kiss would be dismal

A fuck would be certifiably insane

To smell you on my skin

As foul as the stench emanating

From that street drain

I just walked over

And walked away from your existence

Who you are

Is no longer relevant

And has no remaining interest