Perhaps words hurt more than any other material thing
Are words tangible possessions we can patent?
ask the local copyright
My words were never meant to hurt you
anymore than I hurt
everytime I had to leave
Existing tired and strenuous
hating myself in the darkest corners of my mind
Finding satisfaction
in a strew of exhausting addictions
dancing, drinking, writing, thinking
perhaps a swim in the pool in necessary... Sunday evening
tonight, I will dance... and drink

I was talking to you,
but I drifted into the blue
and forgot about your face
how I love the taste
in my mouth
when your memory
finally goes away...
can't we just sit somewhere and talk
or be quiet and kiss
language barriers need not exist
between lovers...
romantic thought interrupted with the realization that I have Spanish
in two hours
right now I'm in the flower
of golden buds
deceptive kin
feeling dirty
everytime it's a sin
unless you are somewhere in the picture
does it scare you that I write with such conviction?
And if I ever said anything to you
that in any way
hurt so bad
you couldn't take
it
I'm sorry
No, I won't lay my hands on you
I ask you do the same
and have enough sense
to get the hell out of my way
when I'm so mad I can't take it
will I count on you to break it?
Can we live to an arrangement
where my love is all you desire
but other needs are met
as I sail oceans through time... will this be your fire?
I should get married
before I run for office
but I think I need to do a few more years in school
to master this profession
of lies
cries
and feeble minds
attempting to come together
and solve the world's hunger...
Just to know you think of me
sets my soul on fire
I'm in a daze walking around
thinking of eyes that are brown
and the escape I take
when I step away
from the mirror to see my reflection.
I have decided not to use any signature at all... until I find one so revoltingly disgusting that it offends all who read.