(#52) Moving Out

I got the repairman to replace
The broken glass floor,
It didn't seem like a bad job indeed.
I told him to lay some tiles over it,
So I wouldn't be able to see the
Bare cement, dust, foundation-

It makes me happy forgetting things.

I got the painters to help me coat
The cracked walls with fresh paint.
I chose blue, my favourite colour-
The old blue had faded and peeled
Off the walls, out of the house.

I asked the plumber to help me fix
The pipes that brought the water,
They kept leaking, never stopping,
When you decided to move out.

It wasn't enough, though, I just
Felt unsatisfied about it all.
So I put up an advertisement;
To sell the house, I did not want it anymore.
I wanted to leave it.

I asked a few people if they wanted,
To buy the house off me.
Many said no, apparently
Everyone knew what had
Happened in the house.
The house had my name on it.

I decided to leave the house anyway,
It makes me happy forgetting things.

I asked the movers to help me move
All my furniture out of the place.
They replied, "it's too heavy, sir,
Your burdens, sir. They can't be
Moved sir." I chuckled, "I forgot."
I smiled.

It makes me happy forgetting things.


And it does make me happy forgetting things indeed.
Welcome, I'm back for a visit.

(#51) Swell

Dry, sore, craving;

The playground floor wet,
The air fresh-cold and intimate.
The hearts race quickly for
We have control, but not of ourselves
For now, the swift strides of
Hands, lips melt into our minds,
Stealing rationality- we deposit
Emotions like fluid.

The slim shape of love, stoked
In my heart's hearth, tender-
Your body pressed deep, you
Stimulate my soul, I want;
No, I need you. Those words
I wish to say, but I must hold back

For I want you to finish first,
This is no race, there's no rushing,
Not while the world has stopped moving
While we let time slip away,
And clothes.

Wet, warm, insatiable.

(#50) Boire De L'amour

Sweet love oh sweet drunk
The drink I cling to
Petty waves of poison beneath;
Rose essence for the bitters
Ice to keep it cool and
Hide the taste-
Those words burn and intoxicate with
A clouding vapour that numbs the mind;
Slice a lemon, we'll hide it all with contrasting zest.