Against a Metal Sky
Fuzzy around the edges
torn. overexposed.
focus. please focus
the black and white photo
the metal sky
the frozen rose
all in a haze
without you I feel divided
peices of me laying abandoned
on the side of an empty stretch of highway
Gestalt was wrong
the whole is not equal to the sum of its parts
its a lie
you cry out
then the chain is jerked again
and you are silent
obedient
a puppet on a string
a crippled doll
a once beautiful but altogether useless toy
discarded and left for the beggars
on the street along with the cigarette butts
from the mouths of all those little sluts
that want me
sweep me under the rug
think of me only a rainy day
when the mists clear your head
the jagged lie that had a seed in us both
your tongue in my mouth
licking at the bleeding heart in my teeth
i cry but you think that its the rain
that moistens my eyes and cheeks
the rain holds a promise
that neither one of us can keep
no matter how much i want to believe that it can
we were just young
our eyes brimming with lust
the price that we pay now
diluted by the pounding rain
the thunder the echoes
the hollow rhythms that resound deep in my heart
you float lazily on my surface
unaware of the depth upon which you coast
I was a place to bury your secrets
but I have no more vacancy
not even for you
forgive me
i want your warm
but it will only make me colder when its over
so no more calling me baby
i have a name
and soon
you wont even remember that
because this is where our story ends
against the metal sky
Entropy
measure the disorder of a system
put it into units and pretty little numbers
the farther apart we get
the more we break off into our sections
the more chaotic we become
just following the law of disorder
all things desire to be chaos
moving spontaneously toward the absence of order
preferring the positive delta heat
the inevitable breakdown of order
taking your security, your routine
and abandoning it
leaving it in hazy ruins
the bare skelton of a once great structure
take your tears and shatter them
take the stars and scatter them
take your dreams and destroy them
never amount to anything
but a good reading on
the measure of disorder in a system
a thermometer for destruction
a barometer for chaos
Untitled
played your games on me
and you thought that i believed you
i know better than what you led me to believe
at least give me that much credit
i allowed your pseudo love to drip all over me
and we breathed and sweated sex
from every aching pore
in the middle of it
you stuck in the word love
like it was supposed to mean something
like it belonged there in my pussy
next to your throbbing cock
which now looks like nothing more
than a snaking unemployment line
it was like economics
you coveted my supply curve
and your demand curve will suffice for now
the transaction of our fluids
trying to attain equilibrium
the perfect price
but i have developed diminishing marginal utility
and i feel it is time to move on
you are going nowhere baby
and i dont want to go too
you cant come with me
forgive me
