desire has a way of coming back (poemoff 2)

desire has a way of coming back (poemoff 2)

at first
only longing
the pitterpatter of heartbeats
like rain on a pane of glass
the electric rush of heat and lust
of fingertips learning and exploring

and then
one night
you're sitting alone together
at a bar
or in the car
and a scruffy faced man walks by
and all you can think is
how deliciously dirty he'd make you feel
or you notice your love's eyes
follow the bob of a blonde ponytail

can i find some place between the love and the fear
to remember all the yesterdays?


The title of this poem comes from " 'CLOSE THE DOORS, YOU UNINITIATED' " by Zack.

to go in dreams to where i won’t (poemoff 2)

to go in dreams to where i won’t (poemoff 2)

secrets left unshared
used like snares
to trap unsuspecting victims
in your safety deposit box
i left my heart
bleeding
pumping air like it's blood
when i ask for forgiveness
helium whistles through your chipmunkythroat
you smear paint on that wall
whitewashing what you never knew
in a thin coat of longing
that you'll never see exposed in my eyes

The title of this poem comes from "is a road a road if it doesn't take you home?" by Zack.

tomorrow’s fallen behind, drawn too close to the heartbeat of the sun (poemoff 2)

tomorrow’s fallen behind, drawn too close to the heartbeat of the sun (poemoff 2)

the melting seems warmer but you would be deceived
just like you were that night
when he said please.
is a road a road if it doesn't take you home?
i think the puddles were made by pressure
rather than the friction
of nights wandering safely.






The title of this poem is taken from "EVEN THOUGH I'D RATHER" by Zack.

cream lace

cream lace

i've written today's poem
on tomorrow
and it's more brief than the memory
will be in thirty years

of the hours that we wait. (poemoff 2)

of the hours that we wait. (poemoff 2)

it is no tornado, but
dorothy's life is not a pirate's life for me--
a fairy tale told in emeralds and swords.
you turn my cheeks rubyred and shiny.
perhaps it is a tempest.
i'll stay inside before the fire
while wind whistles in your shoes
even though i'd rather
let the gusts rip my skin from my flesh
and make me one with you. but outside
the road is cowardlylioncalm
without a blowing breeze.

The title of this poem comes from "AND READY TO BE CONSUMED" by Zack.

guardian sand angel

guardian sand angel



it's cold here. i can almost see the outline of the rocks through the fog. i breathe everything in--heavy deep breaths that fill me with salt and cold. i wonder if a girl can make a sand angel. just like a snowman melting in the sun, it could only stay 'til the tide washes the beach clean. besides, the people around me would think i'm crazy laying in the sand. sand stays on skin unlike snowflakes that wither with heat. if i had a guardian angel, she would be made of sand. she would be filled with dynamite and would explode under the stars.

south from her heartbreak (poemoff 2)

south from her heartbreak (poemoff 2)

an ostrich flies north for the winter

(ignore the impossibility
just like you ignore
significant glances which have no meaning
for the blind)

your secrets are
whispers of vanilla caught mid-orgasm
unclasped fried eggs on a plate
perfect, beautiful
and ready to be consumed

The title of this poem comes from "OUT OF HER EYES" by Zack.