tomorrow

I will love you a little less
tomorrow
when it isn't raining
when my hands aren't shaking
and the shape of our shadows
are ready to part
beneath November stars
one more day living
the perfect lie
one more day to dismantle
the pretense
one more day
then pack forever away
the silly morning quarrels
and breakfast coffee
we both knew
summer could never stay
as the hinges sadly moan
on the front porch swing
beneath the freshly polished sky
I say, "I'll love you a little less tomorrow"

grown ups

"swallow this"
you say
"God is a pill ?"
I ask


grown ups wear lipstick
play with matches
spy on iphones
loaf in small towns
looking for the next cinderella

no one wants to be her

grown ups hide in planetariums
can't handle the breaking
pieces that lie broken
because they were too busy
making something more than the nothing
it was


grown ups can freeze conversations
debilitate lovers with emotional
manipulations
words become scythes
men are Gods'
they punish and destroy
longing to kiss the lips of the girl
they turned to ghost


they talk love
take us apart
the ticking diary that we are
we are cast in the circumstance
of a storyline
a script we don't dare unfollow


love always looks better on paper


take a seat
get in line
there's many that want your turn
revenge is an apostrophe
grown ups take their time saying hello
bullets become strawberry shots
made of jello


we're grown ups
we will kill the orchids
so excuse our fabrication of a painters sky
we'll make it disappear
with turpentine

we won't apologize