Other Pieces

These are other pieces that I’ve written that haven’t been sent out for any publication yet

‘I Won’t Touch the Radio’

almost every saturday we

picked a highway

and drove with the top down

till our cheeks bloomed with

freckles from the sun

the wind softly pulling

at our cheeks and tears

pinpricking our eyes

the radio stuffing our ears

with every flavor of life and emotion

now I sift through the floor

of your car where

there are ripped up

white leaf pages imprinted

with coffee stains

in half rings

and textbooks that have

un-cracked spines

I didn’t know you were

taking chemistry

let alone failing it

I didn’t know I was failing you

it looks like you

had hastily kicked more

than one McDonalds

bag under your seat

embarrassed by the mess

or by your choice of food

the dashboard taunts me saying

I had more than 43,277 miles

to find out you were driving lost

more than 43,277 miles to

ask if you needed help with directions

you were always the driver

and now I sit in your seat alone

with a silent radio

‘Beat’

I let the drums run their then I lay down and

tiny fists all over cough up melodies

my body and rifts till  finally

come to a rest

the bass seizes

control of my heart beat and

I let the music ravage me

chords poke at

my gums and carve

underneath my molars

strings pluck at every

hair on my body making

them stand on end

painful lyrics leave my

throat charred when I

dare to sing along

harmonies swell my

eyes with tears and

after the final note

I walk home to

find off chords jammed

underneath my

fingernails and

metaphors and similes

weighing down my pockets

‘On the First Date’

Our hands come together

And the lines drawn in our palms of our own futures

Touch

A possibility of becoming a web together forms

It brings with it a phenomenal taste of maybe

Coating my tongue and warming my belly

Till you unfasten me from you

My core becomes hollow

And I hold in my hand a tattered beginning

And you a shredded end