just ask her to run away with you. She’ll either be surprised that such a juvenile remark came out of your mouth, or shocked because she thought she was the only one with that in mind.

Our minds have become Plexiglas partitions—

Through half an inch of glass

The teller is visible at his register

Playing ghost-in-the-machine

And all his desires and flaws form your actions.

We work in shifts, you and I, staring at each other through

Half an inch of glass

And if this is anything more than routine I am unaware.

Surely we won’t go around in these circles when fall comes,

Lifting bottles and cigarettes as if they are led

And exchanging the brief gazes of the drunk or dying

Half-visible to each other through a smoky stairwell.

One man’s trash is another woman’s—

Birds cannot pollinate, bees cannot sing,

Each will trade the other for their own thing.

Both our boats have leaks;

We try to save each other, tossing back and forth cracked Styrofoam cups

With which to bail ourselves out.

We watch the seasons pass, inch by inch

Water rising.

Ravenously wrenching
Morsels and tidbits
Into a salivating, undulating cave;
Where at esophagus’s end
Lies no four-chambered mechanism.

I should love to be
As solid stone, like you
Every erosion on my body a separate tale
But most of all, beneath the rock façade
No heart to speak of. 

Never will Socrates be led astray
By the beating of a faulty muscle, a thumping implement
Where the better part of most things take on importance
Before untimely murders.

whatever happened to rihanna when she first started singing she was like yee mista dj song pon de replay and now shes like fuck me with a shovel and slap my titties