Month: December 2012

My least favorite is the saying:

“bite your tongue”

What is one to do when a tongue is severed at birth?

this I’d assume.

We would leave our ego’s at the door

muddy shoes.

Puffing joints twisted with conviction

hissing tranquility .

Our tongues dripping with authenticity and fear

we’d spit.

Casting our iron stomachs from scratch

cheap liquor.

Stumbling upon the true depths of the optic-nerve

the soul.

miss it.

I spasmodically catch myself drifting back up there

nobody’s home.

It’s been quite some time since you lived there

still, I visit.

Sometimes if I’m lucky I’ll still catch our vibes

floating around.

It won’t ever compare to the real thing

we shared,

times have changed but I’ll make do.

The love letters I keep under my pillow read more like death threats these days

this brings me to the conclusion that St. Valentine and I aren’t on good terms

not now

not ever

and in the midst of this of this tragic realization

I hear what sounds like bereavement at my doorstep

lo and behold

it is Eros.

He arrives to me filthy, bleary, bloody and spent

with no idea he is seventeen centuries too late

and from the looks of him now

he’s clearly a lover not a fighter

but being the son of two great gods

I thought him a warrior; quick with a bow

but no he

is just a

reminder to tend the roses back at the

Basilica of Santa Maria in Cosmedin, Rome.