i am sullied no more

wandering in and out of night and day,
ever moving away from pieces of dried out paintings hung precociously out of line with space and time, giving them this floppy look like dali.
dread and unfulfilled expectation flying away,
playing harmonies like melody accompanying handel's messiah,
aria after aria of beautiful rapture wherein we find ourselves again.
flooding banks of emotions that were left back then, left there to air out in the sun.

an ode to pumpkin

you were red, not orange.
my first real thrill on wheels,
moving fast and laughing in love.
she took me places i had never been,
unseen on you we traveled there,
bare as when we got out of bed,
still sleepy as nights having not slept allowed.

drum

i imagined you one day when i was twelve, standing alone in a golden field at dawn.
sparkling blue and your hair undone, stuck straight in between twos like the twelve years to come. unshackled soul and brow beholden to none, two pieces broken, then somehow became one. twinkling in the sun and lit high in the night, shy, yet polished, still beautiful a sight.
a mermaid swimming in the sky above, the andromeda in my eye flashing a whisper of love.
darling child, you'd say, go to sleep without sorrow, i'm with you now and forever, our time is not borrowed.
today and for always look up and find me smiling, i'll never leave you, in the stars i'll be shining. i'll be right here in your arms waiting on twelve years to come. till then remember me now, and live to have fun.

how could i have known at twelve years old that my life had completely turned upside down?

tips

a cigarette burns as you press your lips against my better judgment.
a perfect ass, a perfect smile.
some good times and a bottle of jack.
you are my voice. you are my vice.
you are my life and days gone by.
sharing change and playing in the sun.
sparing parts and ties undone.
the red tips fade slowly in and out.

the cats

we went back to your place in the dead of night, to steal your scooter from the front of your yard.
your roommate, a gremlin of sorts, we could see was pacing the halls and corridors of what was once ours, the place we made our own, but now this place, every inch he calls home.
like bandits in the dark we would take back the night, i brought the mace, you brought the flashlight,
together we began the perfect heist.
but no matter how perfect our plan, in complete disregard, all went out the window when...

you saw your cats sitting in the window.

you saw them there staring and what did you do? you jumped up and down without a clue!
losing focus completely, jumping up and down, you tapped on the window raising suspicion all around.

the boys thought you crazy and so did the drew,
but that's why i love you.
that's exactly why i'm with you.