Thursday, January 22, 2009

So empty
Won't you fill me?
Shiny liquid pearls across my chest
Aaaah, you missed

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

To Write A Song For you

To Write A Song For You
The way I see it, a woman has two choices with you
She can be the one you're cheating with
Or the one you're cheating on
Neither sounds too appealing so let's just
Keep on being friends who want eachother bad
You asked me to put a pen to paper
To make some pretty words for you
But you know it's not that simple
I can't conjure up that kind of magic
Just because you want me to
I've been broken long enough to hide behind the pain
Look at me, I'm the happy, well-adjusted one
With an edge, you say, well I suppose but
No one's ever going to get inside again
I need a broken heart and ruined dreams
So I can catch the mood but
You're my friend and not my lover
You'll never understand
The pain I crave to write the words you want
You do for me and comfort me.
You always help me through
I do the same for you when you need me to
I'll give you pretty, shallow words
And my love for all your life
But not my body, not my soul,
Not poetry on demand
So wait awhile, I'll fall in love and then
I'll cry and hurt and feel the pain
The words will flow like rivers once again

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Waiting Here

You can only hurt me if I let you
I don't
Marry one woman or a hundred
It won't change a thing
Did you really believe someone else's flesh
Could take the place of mine?
That someone else's heart
Could make yours beat like mine?
The line between us disappeared a long time ago
I can think you to me whenever I want
Feel what you feel when you touch me
There is no me or you
We are eachother for a little while
And it's so good, so good
Flesh to flesh, it burns and I like it
We stoke each other's fires
Like nobody else ever could
And you can look forever
Or settle for less
Or try to drink us away
So do what you need to do
And when you're finished searching, come on back
I'll be waiting here
With the other half of you

Mister Jones Again

I was driving and inadvertently speed dialed your number
You sounded very happy to hear from me
And it was your birthday, some Freudian slip on my part, I'm sure
We met soon after that and I was so nervous my thighs were shaking

One thing led to another and we were back at it again
Pretending it was love forever this time
Pretending we weren't going to do that thing from before
Knowing we were but nobody wanted to stop just then

"I missed you, missed this, thought I was done with this...." Me

"I missed us, we're going to be together forever this time...." You

Christmas came and I gave you my almost new flat screen television
(All right, I got a bigger one)
You forgot my gift but remembered to take me there and then
I believed you when you said we'd meet the next day
And never heard from you again

That's a lot of work for a television.
Your children must be very proud of you.

Monday, January 12, 2009

I'll Be Your Muse If You'll Be Mine Part II - Unrequited Love
Want it, crave it
Can't have it
Irritation
Frustration
Speculation
Fascination
Inspiration
I'll be your muse
If you'll be mine

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Aging Rock Slut
Music soothes the savage beast in me
When there's no savage beast in me
I'm lost inside it
Myself is some place else, reliving, remembering
How perfect it all was
Writing now would be someone else's words
And not my own, plagiarism of the worst kind
Am I me or merely a compilation of my favorite lyrics?
Last time I really looked, I wasn't even here anymore
Didn't know who I was supposed to be
When I look in a mirror, someone else is staring back
Inside me is not that person
Looking out with pity
I only know I appear to be turning into a caricature
Not because I want to
I don't know who belongs here or what she's supposed to do
Maybe I should just dance anyhow, fuck them all
Besides, I never cared before so why should it matter now?

Friday, January 9, 2009

Haiku
At home alone cold water hits my body
My bloodshot eyes fill up with tears
Last trace of you runs down the drain
I haven't been this close to love
In years

Thursday, January 8, 2009

I'll Be Your Muse If You'll Be Mine
I don't really want your body
Most everyone's already had it
But I wouldn't mind your heart
And soul
If only for a little while
I promise to give them back when I'm through
And some day if you're very good
Maybe you can borrow mine

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Since You Disappeared

Since you disappeared
One salty tear dribbled out of my eye
Trailed down my left cheek
Landed on my blouse and left a dark spot there
I sniffled twice and blew my nose
Vowed not to cry again
I joined Facebook and got eight friends in twenty four hours
Made me feel a little better
Some people don't even know eight other people
Wrote something sad but didn't cry on the paper
Wished you were a better man than you are
And wondered if I'd ever be naked with anyone again
The plumbing backed up
The landlord cursed at me and called me a bad tenant
Then the plumber said the lady upstairs flushed something
Inappropriate down the toilet
It was the first Saturday of the new year
So I went to Craig's List
(Maybe I should get a list, too)
And found some very cool places to be
Far away from your DNA
Narrowed them down to one
Signed a lease
Moving to the Hollywood Hills
Reinventing myself
Once again
I'm going to live on a very hip hill
With an amazing view of the city on one side
Of the hills on the other
But decisions must be made
Shall I sleep in the green room
Or the honey room?
Do I want to awake
To the city or the hills?
Doesn't really matter yet
I can't sleep through the night
Wake up at three AM thinking of you
One day I'm angry
The next day I want you
Just one more time
But this will pass
I'll forget you again
And next time I won't answer the phone