Flat Feet.

Words are flowing freely

Out of lips chapped

Due to nervous licking
When they used to be stunted

Without grasping meaning as
Pupils dilate and digress
Hands are reaching --

Emptiness.
Impulses vanishing before they touch.
Vacant as they grasp for
Something greater than the air,

Something warm with human blood.

Could you share with me

The speech you mitigate?

I want to feel your thoughts --
I want reach into your skull
And read the cortex of your brain
Like scaly walls marked with braille
To decipher.

Your morse code lips overwhelm me
As your olive eyes are emitting

bitter glimpses of ambivalence.
Your omnipresence haunts me
As I try to refrain from
Letting cinematic images
Of unadulterated happiness
Play reruns behind the

Gently closing lids of my eyes.

The color is running from the ink of the picture
Because of the salty creeks descending
from the two orifices that grant me sight
But what is it do I see?
I see a walking question mark
And its two feet are turned toward the door.

Leaning heavy on my bedpost
Looking at you through kaleidoscopes
I try to understand

what it is that you don't.
I make meaning out of nothing
And vernacular vomit spews

From lips that used to crease up

In euphoric passion.

Binging and purging you --
Devouring you slowly
Spitting you back out.

The marks my teeth have made

Have left holes that leave you wondering

Over unanswered questions

And unfulfilled requests.

Your tongue wraps knots

Around incoherent statements

That lead to more uncertainty.

Yet certain am I,

that all of me is yours.

Can your tongue wrap knots

Around my own

Instead of fumbled words?

As arms reach for

Human flesh

And contentment is

Once again attained.

Everything Ends and Everyone Leaves When the Curtain Inevitably Falls.

A melted candy rests on the radiator,

sweltering in its own fumes of nectarine,

try to move it and it hardens,

turns from tickle-me-pink

to a noxious tangerine

its sweetness has decayed,

you never wanted it anyway.

A light bulb flickers on the nightstand,

while two lovers sleep restlessly,

you try to twist it but you squeeze too hard -

its fragile glassy walls crumble

and blood trickles down through

the laugh lines of your hand,

light was never in demand.