Unfinished Business
---A Grandmother was talking to her granddaughter one day and she said,
"All tears have a worldwide connection linking to the sorrows of the universe. Doves fly
out of macrocosm windows to carry our tears to the ocean. There are unseen forces that understand the catastrophes that happen.
The Universe has Helpers that hear the distressing waves. They come to us when the sun crawls out of the night and they comfort us. They are Angels under the authority of the King of Kings and they obey. We are not alone.
It is impossible for fate to ever close shop or leave destiny behind schedule. There are unfinished businesses that have "Help Wanted" sings on the windows. We will find our assignments written on a daily time post. Every allotted 24-hours we are given carries the same message to us.
The message reads: Your assignment for today is to know that you are far more than a grain of sand. Keep a smile on your heart and believe that help will come.
Kissing to end all
Lock lips with your adrenalin, you'll be
untouchable.
It crawls down your throat, finds home in your chest
and you can thrive off the chaos curling round your tongue.
I screamed at the stars until they shook,
watched them rain down around my head
and kicked them through dew-dropped grass.
Those bastards,
I'll never feel small no more.
Color Your Poison Red For Convenience (The Girl Who Lived Like Barbwire And The Boy With Soft Skin)
You leaned to kiss me, but I remembered the poison drying on my lips,
So I pushed you away.
And you turned before I could explain, before I could wipe my mouth and cleanse myself.
You stared at me with a look deserving of pity.
And you walked away.
You reached for my hand, but I snatched it from you.
You thought it was out of hatred but you don't understand.
The thorns were growing under my nails and your palms are much to delicate to be scarred.
I only wanted to rip the thorns from myself,
But you walked away.
You tried so hard,
But I tried as well.
Finally you stopped reaching, stopped leaning.
But by then I was bare, pure, lonely, and stripped of my defenses.
I stood and waited for you to reach for me one more time so I could pull you into my heart,
But you never came.
Radio
The radio is playing
Songs I haven't heard since I last heard your voice
Striking chords in me I didn't even know I had
Choking on tears
Heartbeat.
What is this sound
Heartbeat.
It muffles my thoughts
Heartbeat.
I feel more real than I have in ages
More susceptible to what I know is only human
Heartbeat.
Heartbeat.
Silence
santiago, santiago —
and her eyes, all covered in glass.
she was like poetry in slow motion,
dancing wine-drunk in the rain,
and when she touched me,
i felt like someone else. not myself —
not city-boy, not nineteen.
we walked through a crowd
of strangers, crying
santiago, santiago —
her voice on my skin,
her hands turning my soul
like an hourglass. i cannot describe
how she unhinged my mouth,
how she strained my heart
through my teeth.
wild-eyed and half-asleep already,
still running through the streets;
driftwood fires on
blue-sand beaches, singing
santiago, santiago —
this romance a music box.
she was sun-soft, she had so much
heaviness in her smile;
and she kissed my past out
through my palms, whispering
santiago, santiago —
and these photo-frames,
these rose-petals.