A LITTLE INSIDE...

My latest breath

Hangs loose

On a webstring

About to snap

And I pant

While you whisper

“Mon Amour,

Ma Cherie”

Into my

Hair

As I wonder what it means

Your fingers

Close round

My neck

And that must

Have been

The gasoline

That fueled

My heartbeat

Shooting

Up with

The stars we

Danced

With

I soared

With you

Bodies intertwined

Pleasure

Spasm-ing 

My spine

Soon my eyes glazed over

You

Oh you…

Confuse me more

In this foreign tongue

Now you kiss me,

Spilling sweet Paris

Onto my tongue

I let out

“Je meur!”

On a breath

And faded out

But I heard,

As

Seconds passed…

Her name

On your lips,

Again

And that…

That

Was

La petite mort

SPEEDING

I need to lock

My mind in the cellar

Of truth

To knock

The pangs

That paralyze me

Out into

Darkness

And

For once

Know

That weeks

Months

Years

On end

I can keep up

With

Myself

But I

Am a

Broken

Lie

On a highway

I

can’t

Stop.

Somebody

Something

Tampered with the brakes

Now

I am cold

Only aware

Of a heart

When it hurts

And

My eyes stay dazed

Not sure

What it sees

Or what it does

Not…

I am speeding

Away

Not loving

Not hating

My existence

Like

A brief

Apparition

On flowing

Waters

You

Can only

Catch a

Glimpse

As I

Flash by

I

can’t

Stop

This world

Is too small

Too tight

And I…

I am

Claustrophobic

So I step out

And run

My feet

Carry me on

Up

And away

Then briefly

I’m a butterfly

A pale

Brown

Butterfly

Yet free

Momentarily

Till I wake

And again..

I’m stuck

On a hell-bound ride

I

Can’t

Stop