moorefaith

Tonight is light and dark;
sound and silence;
color and faded monotones.

Unrequited love is just another addiction.

I’m supposed to be brilliant;

Pavement pictures will be erased by overnight rain;
drop by drop, smearing smiley faces and animals
that only walk and stalk in imagination and chalk.

We ate the mints right away,
because we were afraid
of what our fathers would do if they knew.

If I look at you and cry,
Do not cry with me.
It is I who holds the guilt.

And the only thing we see

The dishes are dirty. There are weeds to be yanked.
There are gifty people overdue to be thanked…

But I admit, I grit my teeth,
turn bright pink,
yet only take revenge in ink.
Anything more would be beneath.

Taken from the warm sea by
things alien; cold and hungry.
Spanked (I should have gotten used to it)
and set under bright lights,

They are their own venue,
A kettle ceaselessy stirring
Over a black landscape
Pockmarked with precipitation.

I knew, at last, he wasn’t the one