melodies/melodrama

a perfect night
alone on the roof of
my brothers accord
playing a kids game.
plane or star?
crickets orchestrating simple melodies volumizing the still air.
an empty mobile dangling
on a string on the end of
my fingers swell with
the anticipation of hope.
sunshine that may never come
even on this mystical night
when i can do no wrong
or speak no evil
the blood on my knuckles is proof
i am immortal.
but all i can think about is how that stupid pawprint
looks mighty cute on you're car

poem

I wrote you a poem today
it said something about the wind
and the sound a wave makes on a barren rock bed and about how you're perfect
but i stuffed a poem in my pocket today
it said something about life
and maturing and how i'd like to really love someday
and i glanced at that poem again today
and thought how all the booze and barbells can't fix a truly shattered soul
but i threw a poem away today
it said something about the past and mistakes and regret and how i'm really not alright
but someday i will be