I watched her kiss some other man,
as I stood by the church, Newport in hand.
How can I care about what I can't touch?
Tactile flood on an eggshell's white crust.
Chimney dust eyes, the lonely and ugly.
Broken down cars suck up time, air, and money.
I watched her ask to hold his hand.
Call off my clarity, fire the band.

My obsession this evening is meeting another,
some student, some psycho, some under-dressed mother,
some cover to slip over previous stutters,
removing my mask so my face can taste color.
Red with the cold, I'm told that soon
the sun will sleep naked in hell with the moon.
In the bright light of solstice myth all is

consumed,
By the crux of death, winter flesh, renewal resumed.

She's just another girl left for the page,
To love for a minute then throw her away.
Crumpled up pictures of the never today.
I'd give my life to leave;
they'll take it if I stay.

several great lines here-lovely...

guess i missed this...

love the idea of removing one's mask to 'taste' the colors.

I never know how to comment on poetry, or any type of creative writing...Never feel like my words put forth the impact of what I read, they feel so...Lacking.

"Brace yourself, brace yourself at twelve."

Is all I can think, of course it doesn't help that I'm listening to Man Overboard from Puscifer...But generally I find other people say what I mean better than I do.

Wow..Feckin cool PP..

I like your last verse, intense and visually captivating, very nice

i like,like,like...smile.