All's Fair In Love And War (A Haiku)

Yet it is in war,
not love, that we keep our mad
rules, laws, and such things

A Plea To The Doctor

Take me to the corners
of the universe. I can’t stand
this monotony and Doctor,
you’ve got a cure
for this fever.

This fever can only
be cooled by the ices
of Pluto, and the snow
crystals in your sure eyes.

Sure, eyes may be windows
to the soul but the TARDIS
is a window to this world
and every world beyond. Just allow
me to come with you.

With you I’ve found a thousand
lives I’d left behind. They say
love makes you a child again –
so is this love? What of?

What of life do you know,
strange man? Were you ever
an infant or have you always
just been? Tell me your secrets.

Your secrets pile onto each
other, your lies, your diversions.
But we’ve all the time in the world,
so maybe I can piece them together.
just don’t leave me here, Doctor.

Here, Doctor, have some fish sticks
and custard. I will be patient.
Just, wherever you go next,
take me.

Life Support

For too long, I let
you drink from me.
Now you’re on life
support and I can’t
pull the plug because
I am the plug. Don’t
Tell me it’s all lies—
I know how it is.

Hurt Like Nothin'

Darlin’, my head and my hands
already hurt like nothin’.
Don’t make my heart ache
along with ‘em.
I won’t take kindly to it,
And baby,
I wanted to kiss you more’n
a dozen times today,
but I was afraid
of breakin’ those rules.

Enjoying It Without You: A Haiku

It’s raining again,
really pounding down out there.
And you’re not here.

Five Inches

Five inches.
God, five freaking inches
and I was frozen, jaw locked,
petrified and terrified,
stunned and crazed.

Who knew.
Actually, let me repunctuate
that. Who knew?
Because honestly,
I’d like to know.

That tongue that pronounced
those few words within earshot –
I can’t even remember
them now, but they weren’t
for me – that tongue used
to be familiar with mine.

Five inches
and I was stuck
like a tongue to an icy
pole.

For A Boy

You are magic.
And I mean that quite
literally. For fourteen years
now you have captivated
me, and, while I admit
you’ve broken my heart
multiple times, I think you’ve more
than made up for it.
Multiple times.

And now, we’re saying
good bye, this time
for real.

I’ve given you my heart
and I don’t want it back.
I won’t text you at four
in the morning, I won’t drive
by your house, or write
you letters, aside from this.

But I will check in,
now and then, on the past.
For all these years,
I’ve kept a pensieve.
And I’m not about to let
it go to waste.
I’ve got a lifetime
of memories to feed on,
until you come to visit me again.

A Way With Words

You had a funny way with words,
never quite saying much, but always
saying too much with every syllable
and every look you gave to accompany.
It made me dizzy, staring down
at the floor trying to figure it all
out and nothing really came clearly
when it involved you. Once,
strolling through the living
room, you said, “I think I’ll cut myself,”
and then you paused and my eyes
widened and my body
went through a series of reactions
until you finally continued,
“a piece of cake.”

Diagnosis

I took the time to classify you.
Originally, I thought it might
take a few hours, or days,
but in just seconds, I had my answer:
a danger to yourself
and others.

But mostly to me.

Perennial Girl

For you, I have become a perennial,
dying a death annually
only to rise from the cold earth
in the following spring.
Darling, it makes me wonder
why, when you kill me with your frosty
dew in late Septembers,
we call it a flower bed,
rather than a grave.

I don’t expect
you to have an answer,
only a solution—
yet another death.
So before you freeze me to the roots,
this year, let me just say,
“Adieu.”

Fireworks, Baby

Baby the smoke from our firework
kisses blinded us for days,
and we walked around town
as if we owned the place.

I didn’t want it to end. No, those hazy
days kept me going, kept me alive.
Now I’ve got nothing
but handfuls of ashes.

You’ve been sleeping for the past
three days, three days, and I just
can’t seem to wake you anymore,
you’re so dead asleep.

I’ve called the fire department
and China, too, but there’s nothing to be
done. What’s a girl to do?
Damn those fireworks, baby.