lemon bar

my face

twists and writhes

like saltwater taffy.

 

there is nothing

as bitter as

your acidic splinters.

 

but your heart

pours the honey

of a broken hive.

 

and i think for a moment,

that you might be

as sweet as they say.

 –

i can’t get the taste of you

out of my mouth.



i actually really like lemons.  but most people don’t so i conformed for imagery-sake.  i want you to draw your own conclusions, and your own meaning, but i wrote this because i’m confused.  This poem is kind of an “Ode to Mixed Signals”… ima copyright that- i like that too much.  people have been kinda hot and cold to me lately, and i needed a way to express the weird uncomfort i feel.  the photo is of my girlfriend, Kaitlyn Guesner, four years ago when we met.  she’s not the one being hot/cold to me haha she just has pretty golden hair which matches the aesthetic of the poem.  hope you enjoyed. love.

Rotary


i push my finger in

like a boy tests the water

with his foot

like a coward

.

i twirl the cord in my hand

like a girl twists her curls

into the contort and curves of a slide

like an angel

.

the phone must be full of crickets

the hum is light and warm:

icecream on Sunday nights

beach towels and chlorine

.

the wheel spins- it is

the loading of a gun

that only i wish would

squirt

.

i am connected to God.

Her voice is tired and kind

a Lion in the Sun

dazed and unbothered

.

i continue to wrap the rope

of an age long past

around my fourth finger-

and Hang

Up.


long time no see.  i’ve been working on a painting for art, as shown above.  it’s of the potamac.  i took it while the trees were still autumn-dusted.  the poem was fun to write, it kinda just happened.  critiques are cool.  do what you want. comment what you want.  have a good night.