Hello?

Nights like these
give poignant, new clarity
to vodka, pink floyd lyrics,
and Cary Grant's charm.
It's all about not feeling alone.

Part of the problem
is that you must learn how not
to hold yourself above
a night or two of forgetfulness,
and find solace in the arms of a stranger.

And then one day you'll find
you wake up and decide
that a vaporous face
is never as good
as an everlasting embrace.

What Happened To You?

Your body melting alongside my furnace,
our white heat a climax of raging stars;
a cacophony of breathy vowels swims in my head,
compounding the acrid, musky scent of our steaming skin.

White rain rises from pores like fog in the summer morning's shining sun,
a yellow light that rises to praise you,
again and again,
with all it's power.

An odious lover left this tiny scar beside the blade of your left arm.
It looks me in the eye like God over the darkness of his land.

I'll cast him out of your left blade,
dig a ditch and bury the broken remains of his body and mind
alongside his blackened, bloody heart,
and leave you free to love at leisure.

--pour H

Supergirl Love Affair

It's maddening that you will leave soon,
because the pain you fight is pain you're feeling too,
but in the scance of pain, no long walk in the rain
will allow me to get through to you.

Grinning teeth flashed as wide as the sky,
I swore I'd never ever ever met a bluer pair of eyes,
And I sure wish I could say you were mine,
I said "I sure wish that you could be mine,"

So before you go to battle your foes,
and leave another heart in your trail of woe,
just leave me a mote of worth in a note
then I'll pretend you were more than a ghost.

I have the wildest dreams where we're up all night,
and you're pressing up against me in the candlelight,
while you're whispering to me softly how you'll love me all your life,
I wake up, and you're nowhere in sight.

With your hair put up in the cutest way,
You'd love me love me love me till the end of day,
And I sure wish I could say you were mine,
I said "I sure wish that you could be mine,"

So before you go to battle your foes,
and leave another heart in your trail of woe,
why don't you leave me a mote of worth in a note
and I'll pretend you were more than a ghost.

I kept the old shirt that you'd wear at night,
when we'd climb into bed and turn out the light,
I look around at day to see what'll take this hole away,
'cause again you've spread your wings and taken flight.

So before you go to battle your foes,
and leave another heart in your trail of woe,
why don't you leave me a mote of worth in a note
and we'll pretend you were more than a ghost.

I'll pretend you were more than a ghost.

Yeah I'll pretend you were more than a ghost.

Suicide at 60 miles per hour
you went right through the wipers and the glass,
Never had the time to say goodbye
always moving, living life so fast.