You And Me And The Devil Makes Three (aka I Want To Hold You In Contempt)

Her kiss is a relapse, misfortune,
worsening of my worst impulses;
an awful influence full of irresistible.
Her words are drugs and drugs are a clutch,
til highs do us part and lows make us
whole again. Bags of heavy yesterdays
weigh down, and I don’t know what to do with myself.

Taken hands, hushed words, rushed stalls-
what a waste to not grab waist and do
a four letter word (love). Plans to keep
and make her a home, 5PM lockdown, rush hour,
crowded public when doubts double and my mouth
taste like cinders. Slipping  into a thought of her
like a favorite pair of jeans.

Snug, familiar, and warm; she fits well. Run my thumb along the holes
and coffee stains, wonder what memory or feeling
the moment will settle as, when the honeys and the moons
fade. If my name will be a sigh, wistful as a cloud,
or vague as rain humming to what the radio plays.
A feeling haunting me in the distance, a reminder
that you are in tangles and I am tangelsome.

Still I pray for relapse and disaster,
addiction and her sex to once again step into me,
far from fog and drizzled Sundays, so I might tug
on her thoughts like a shoelace.

I am undone again.

Your Mother Survived Food Poisoning So I Know What That Mouth Do (aka Punch Death In The Face)

So many feelings come trumpeting
when I delude myself to
thinking what I do is best for everyone.
I am guilty of being terrible
at myself. What are the nouns?

Noble,
Caring,
Answers text messages,
Thoughtful &
Always Likes Your Selfies,
Empathetic,
Helpful,People Minded,
Caring and
Answers text messages and

I run out of synonyms and chances
to make matters better because
I am a small time monster

Devouring

the little chances I get
to prove otherwise.