Lost at 3 am

Your face comes to my sight

I study the beauty of you

Your face takes me into the light

I take note of your face

Your face shifts before my eyes

I slip into another place

Your ghost pulls me into the abyss

I see, then become whole again

You helped me find our light and love

I get lost at 3 am in words of you

You want me to write the story of us

I will write about when you were the Pharaoh

and

I was your gold and bronzed queen of the Nile

Imaginary Drug

You’re like a drug when
I watch you on the screen.
You make me believe I
could fall in love with a block
of unkempt cheese.

Dude, how did you do it
to yourself and to me?

Unattainable folks with cash
and bad haircuts,
but you’re a bit nonplussed.

My feet tingle as you hold
that piece of plastic in your
hand, but how old are you really?

You’re fucking the cardboard box
of my life with a blunt knife,
but I don’t really care how you do it.

Continue to undress in irony,
or act like your the ultimate corporation as you place your name on every plaque.

Whatever the case, dude, you’ll be using a walker soon and I’ll be wishing I’d said something nice to the lady down the road before she died from a pinprick.

The coming storm

It’s been too long for you and me, but we cannot touch for the sun is too hot and our skin too dry.

The humidity creeps higher and higher, yet there’s no relief in this hell. Nature wants her way.

I would tell you about my day, then you could do the same, but we’re too spent to move about.

Then the buzz begins. We are electric and wired to what’s coming from the atmosphere.

Birds in the sky fly away or chat madly in the trees; there’s so many parrots, sparrows, a few cockatoos, and rosellas.

The cat meows nervously, begins to purr loudly, and rubs against us hoping for a lap or pats.

Outside the wind picks up, the trees blow about, and the madness sets into our minds.

We’re wired and starting to feel increasingly weird when the lightning crashes.

Then the rain begins to pour hard. We start to smell the rain and then we feel the change.

Laying about listening to the rain, we begin to touch one another. Our skin is so wet now.