For Almond Eyes

I try to write
Inside my head.
I play with words all day.
I paint with them.
I sing to them.
But I cannot make them stay.


I tried to write
Of castles built
With matches, cards and strings.
Of hours spent
In slow regret,
And blowing perfect rings.


I’ve tried to write
Of why I sought
A downward curving smile.
And how we interred
A girl who dared
To love with tasteless guile.

Doing the math

Of collision paths,
And vows that sound sublime.
And motherhood
Tied hand and foot,
Sneering, biding time.

Of all of me,
Together to be
A small domestic army.
Of words that scald
My faulty world,
And blows that merely scar me.


Of Almond Eyes,
And all the lies
I’ve told to get this far.
Falling in love
With a man I thought
I’d been loving from the start.

I’m trying to make
These words behave
The way I’m perambulating.
Words are all
I’ve ever screwed
(But that’s me, deviating)


Almond Eyes
I want to write.
That’s all I’m trying to say.
I want to write
For you, my love,
But you take my words away.