Not Depressed

Slick, waxen hair

Smoothed down and back

Over and over

Instead of using lip balm

Kisses on oily faces are placed 

Over and over

Tomorrow I’ll take a shower

You tell yourself

Over and over

But rinsing the day away

Seems unimportant

When each day you do nothing

Over and over again



The warmth of the sun

Cuts through the wet cold morning

Disperses my breath

Gone Girl

I don’t even know you

But I want to see

If you’re different now

Than when you were with me

You were bitter then

But also very strong

And forward enough

To record a love song

You seem exactly the same 

In the pictures on Facebook

You have a new girlfriend

But not a new look

It’s been eight years

And eight words between us

So why are you still on my mind

With nothing left to discuss?


A thorn whispers

In your wrist

Says you cannot do

That or this

It swells around

Your entire hand 

Throbbing pulsing

You cannot stand

Pretend your fingers

Work just fine

As they rot

And fall off dying

It’s just a scrape

You tell your friends

Denying everything

Until the end