L'esprit De L'escalier

Her smile makes me feel like I've been holding back. The summer sends her love, as you realize life is nothing more than a countdown and that these words are bullets... your last shots at redemption.
Tonight I walk through an empty street with my shadow stretched out in front of me.

This is where my lonely thoughts meet my lonely feet, and the cold reminds me that I've chosen this life. I spoke to all of my molecules and they were divided, but of this they were sure... death is just the exit ramp to something better. So become an heir to misfortune with me.

Miss Tragedy blows kisses to the rhythm of the rain. This arrangement of words will do nothing but set my mind at ease.

I am the drunken poet. Spilling verses on the airport bar. Flying home to emptiness.

Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Five minutes late for every disappointment. A speck at the bottom of the East River vs. the spark in her Dominican eyes. Sometimes it feels like cords of electricity make up the veins in our bodies. My in-vital organs are bored without her.

Longing to rewind and record those endless nights and sunrise surprises. Heads on chests. Listening for secrets, or a heart to beat your name.

PackingBagsAndChasingFlights

Capgras Delusion

Far too unstable, but I have friends and airlines to pull me through. The moon is more than paper just pasted to the sky tonight. Let's play boys chase girls across these autumn skies.

Please ignore the failure lights that are glowing all around. Me and you... just like always. Lit like leading actors once again. Bright lights highlighting jaw lines. I swear I'm exploding too slowly for anyone to notice, but I'm getting better with every regret that I allow.

My moods are shape shifting. They're magnets to a compass. Leaving the arrow spinning if it gets too close.

Don't Open That Thought

On her pillow case she whispers secrets that only heaven could hear, but they'll never listen. Under her sheets the bruises and scars tell a story, but no one will ever read it. Her eyes are the window to the world she's never known, but she hopes to find it soon.

The space of void in her rib cage is where the butterflies once took shelter, but they've since flown away. Its winter all summer long, and everything dies when its cold, including you.

I find myself flipping through the pages of her heart trying to recapture a literal bookmark of my last smile. Next time I'm feeling complete remind me to dog ear the moment so I can return to it at will.

Warn the conductor to take it easy on the tracks and to hold it steady. This will forever be a Cinderella story. Only at the strike of midnight we all turn back into devils and angels, seeking our weight in gold. Risk your life for their love.

It feels so good here under the gun though... knowing that this is where you're saved. Set the lamp just right to throw my shadow on the wall. Trace it one last time to remember how this looks.

They say that those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it... but what if I was happier in the past. What if we are cursed with the inability to forget how much happier things once were? Condemn me to who I once was and we'll call it even before my face hits the floor.

An Equinox Escapade

It was never the way she looked in my eyes. It was when she didn't. New promises, not hearts. Cash in your secrets and 'come home to me.'

Brought together by the incessant need to protect these engines in our chests. Neither of us will stray too far, or be gone too long from the other. We're the sun and the earth.

Striped socks and punk rock PJ's. 7th Avenue sweethearts. Doorways and windows. I'm not sure which way to leave this room.

Frustrate Temptation

Tell your secrets to strangers so they're out there. Give a dollar to the homeless and sleep tight. We're just over-rated boys and attention starved girls making this world go round. Failed attempts to feel anything. Aren't we all so ready and willing to live? Speak up to your easy way out, as a funeral with wedding bells awaits you.

In my hands, good fortune. In my ears, the sound of guilt. Take what you can, it's never even. At least while we lay still. Fall out of sleep, and back in love with the world around you.

Back And West 4th Forever

The palms that sweat in bars are the same ones that fall in love on the corners outside of them. Your glow versus the moonlight. I'm in love with what you're thinking of.

Staring at dirty fingernails. I'm overcome with the idea of bubble wrapping my past and sending it away. No return address. It's just self against city. Soon time will turn and tell. Distance is/as a collision.

Two smiles in a picture booth to set me back in motion. It's all over myself vs. over my head. Graveyard shift love. No one can really captivate me with words like you do. Lights off, worry off.

Yours Mine And Hours

Baby grins shining like the light on a baby grand. I'm the fingers and you're the keys. (Ch)armed to the teeth. A faceless kiss, like a front door standing from a house fire. I'll take the blame if you'll take me home now. I'm the Valentine you kept from that box in 4th grade. The roof of my mouth is sorry and riddled with abrasions towards you.

Sealed the envelope tops on your collar bones. Your fingers felt like transit lines being followed on my back. Get under my skin in the best way and in my veins like a pill.

I miss the way we bled. Time in the form of lines on my forehead represent my time waiting for this.

Sleepless In Seeking

Driving so fast that the view fell apart. In my mind you are a before and after photo. I'm not sure how I lived without you. I just want to disguise myself as a sleeping pill and descend inside of you.

I’m not one for missed adventures, and I won’t cry if you can’t love me like the way it used to feel. Whatever it is you need, I just pray that I am. I only want to spend the evenings in your dark cotton sheets.

With her shoes in her hands, I watched her dance. The hem of her dress gently kissed the concrete. The skies were painted film noir, and were burning holes in our pupils. We were the veins of the avenue on a New York night.

She lies beside me. Her eyelashes look like crawling caterpillars as the deep sleep rushes around inside her sockets. The side effects are mixed up thoughts and falling in love for this mixed up girl.

To open, just push and turn. To close, just get too close.

Chiseled Out Of Stone

Dear Atlantic afternoon, why won’t you take me away? These small town hearts have been brought down. Be my crescent moon tonight and shine down on my face.

Hometown clouds and a sad dialogue. This is the feeling of letting go. I want to dry their damp eyes and blend up that rainbow above. I want to shoot it through their veins.