february roaches

I wanted to know I could feel happiness without you, and when I did, and when I did, and when I did, and when I did, and when I did I felt it, a sadness fell upon me like a streak of sharp
blood blue paint falling into Their morning alka seltzer glass,

because I had not You to share my happiness with.

indecisive in love…..what a true pain in the ass I am; but I’ll always be that, I’ll always be that, I’ll always be that, I’ll always be that I’ll always be yours. 

Because you'll never Believe

It's daffodil Season, and so I
think of winters past

           Remember
     how we used to season
     our sweet
     potatoes with
oregano
you kept in a tiny jar

        My old fashioned
             candy heart
    would get sticky...    as I watch you
    hovering
lovingly    over such
a warm stove      fingers earnest
     and reverent,
       saxophone,
 careful-l-y dropping     fairy      dust
on 'range sleep wedges
          ...
breathing    like
             warm                     crystal     in   the window

We'd smash
potatoes
    into shape-shifting
pools
       dark
       thick  
       tomato     .ketch up.
that glistened in the steamy house.

Caution not, leaning back
smiling at eachother for     making
   for...
living
such a day worthy of that     moment
bellies full
of equal parts
     ketchup       and        sweet potato, timeless
     orange         and        red..

But most of all your oregano, a secret aphrodisiac of your turning Roma ancestors
                          no doubt.

a pleasure filled death

I offer you my lips
parted
by rosebuds
  wearing
the
deadly mask of a child you
reach
  my face
and squeeze
until you see the juicy beads of angry red
rolling
   out