massacre of venus

Your eyes had no light, your mouth had no love,
and words sped across your teeth like the throwing of a glove.
You did not want forgiveness. you did not want my time.
The only thing left was to enlist me in your crime.
You begged me then to hurt you, to kill any hope we might sustain,
to beat the angels bloody until myths alone remain.
I spoke without feeling, with words dredged from the muck
“Maybe I never loved you.
maybe I just wanted to fuck.
wouldn’t that be less embarrassing?”
I left there, shattering, like the glass thrown in the sink,
now the words I never tried to say are the only thoughts I think.

Soured

I will sit down every day,
and type a dozen lines,
and try to understand,
or learn what it means
to be in love with you.

But I don’t know how it feels,
and I’ve nothing much to say,
There are roses in my head,
Nothing in my hands;
Less in my heart.

After the Flash

We walked through the woods with our hands in our pockets,
Alone with the rotting ash trees,
And the air between us was a riot of rockets,
When we realized what would never be.
We could have parted as calmly as cowards,
But you’d always wanted the last word
With your face twisted up like a brute
You slipped love from a sheathe in your boot,
Jammed the word through my ribs,
and left me here
to live.