wrong

thought it would be the perfect day
if i told you it was
raining chocolate,

i was counting on sweet precipitation
herding you from shelter into the fields,
chasing us
to collision,
stuck forever, embracing you forever
in sugary slime,

but,

you didn't have to consume half that hill by yourself and left me here hungering with the void you left behind.

next time if the chocolate came with that much gravity: run
if it came at the heels of the world shaking her head in disapproval, presumably of our affair: run

you don't have to look back, only know i will be right behind, chasing after you,
collision in mind, holding you in mind, being stuck forever in mind,

in sugary slime.



2013.oct.25

lies

last year they told me you were high on
gunpowder and lead and already i knew
they were lying, as if i never knew
human from Kryptonian

as if i was buying that.
...ha.

their scam never saw a penny from me:
let us laugh in the face of their blasphemies
over spirits later

we will drink over well-kept memories like
that time we razed the hordes on the Espina
battlefields, how they ran at the
sight of you

or when i heard of you taking out that
army with a word, or when you shrugged off that
speeding car like
unworthy dust on your cape

like when you crashed into
mountains of fire

always holding our breaths hostage
but unfailingly you were
stubbornly you were
invincible



2013.oct.21

things to do to get out of here

started with deconstructing
the four walls: the loosed gravel mingled
with blood in my pores in my hands.
halfway through this endeavor
realized I...
perhaps should have disassembled
the floor instead, should have ventured
downwards. should have extracted my
Eurydice from Hades.

or I could have realized I...
should have taken apart the ceiling
instead, my Daedalus could wax my wings.
I could have said in your faces: I am
Icarus bitches I am flying I am the wind.
I would have gone and touched the sun, too.
gone down in pretty flames, too.

realized I... never had a Daedalus.

smiled at realizations as I dispersed
the party of gravel and blood in
my pores in my hands. stood by
the door and fell into a line to
collect the day's wages and all I could think
of
is
if
it
is
enough for Charon's obol.

placed another coin in my mouth but
it still tasted of life.



2013.oct.04