Old Emotions

Dry and manic
Sleep won't come tonight
selfish tears and kept feelings
all doubt swept under your eyes

there will be no sleep
no weeping
tonight

and I'm doing everything of which you
wouldn't approve
just to prove
how miserable I am

with a heaving heart
and a steady mind

Maybe

I am dragging on your cigarette
Irreparably attached to your dinette set
An expiration date to be met
in a secret
rush
to the door

Cartoon balloon heart
full of sugar and
spite
Might explode on us
any night

Be careful with that knife...

I see your smoke forming in the recesses
of our shared regrets
Icy blue eyes punctuate
implacable dissidence

Distractions
best exacted in
half-formed interests
-- all but keep me
begging at your feet
to be met with
Maybe

We will see...

Retromance

spent fireworks

hair in my mouth

smile on your face

wishes coming true in black and red lace
in another time

O we will know, won't we?
The stars will explode in the sky
O but they don't, do they?
Stars have their moment and then they die

-Nick Cave