your desperation is showing

i watched you

sidling beside her flower

hoping steal her attention,dignity,energy,affection

you are a desperate thief-jonesing for affection

i could smell your sickly sweet aroma

almost like the stench of death covered

buried underneath the smell of gardenia

{gardenia is code for old spice and l'oreal hair gel}

yours is an open casket burial

open because i watched morbidly

*)fascinated(*

by the way you pulled the dirt over your

head.shoulders.knees.and.toes

are you wishing for death?!?

hoping to be caught with your hand in the cookie jar

a serial lover who leaves clues to his undoing

i watched you

and was glad that your attention was diverted

so i could escape while silently judging your eager determination

to fall again

yo mama

these dreams mix with my

re-memories.

i think at one time it was good?

but on this day i feel (too much)

on this day your springly sprangly thoughts

reach into my currency

-my heart is a money clip

a roll of ones with a hundred on the outside-

isn't it amazing how your bitter taste

can still reach my mouth even years later

even eleven hundred miles away