Ink

Needle pierces skin
ink touches blood
marked forever.
Each one,
with a purpose
in it's own time
and place.
But purposes
like ink
fade with time.
On my flesh colored canvas
I see pictures
a cross and the north star
for a faith and home
broken.
I see words
like forever and her name
in medieval script
misspelled.
Tattoos
like love and convictions
they dull.
Letters and pictures
run together
till their barley distinguishable.
Skin deep forever,
the longest commitment I will ever make

Mouth Full

I was so calm when you said goodbye,
that walking away you felt like I was the one leaving.
I should have given you tears, despite the lies-
you always loved to see men broken, bleeding.
Turn me apostate kneeling,
at your feet. While you, with twinkling eye
kneel for him. Your mouth too full-for screaming.

Lakeside

I drove out to the lake today to clear my head. I parked near the shore overlooking the water. I lie. It wasn't a lake it was a pond. In a city park. There was nothing beautiful about it, but it was the closest thing I had and I like to sound poetic. I put the car in park and left the heat running. My gas tank was almost on e but I was cold and down so I just said fuck it. My dog sat shotgun. I love her and I trust her. I would like to think if I was dieing with an open wound her affections for me would be stronger then the scent of blood and thousands of years of instinct and she wouldn't eat me. I like to think that. Took some Bukowski with me. I read the Dhali Lhama last week but he didn't do shit for me, so I thought if a good man couldn't help me maybe I should try an asshole. I sat there and read his whole novel. He left me angry and unsatisfied. Two hours later no better then when I came.