Transatlanticism

I felt you so closely
whenever you were so far away.
Yet, my new age romanticism
can’t escape transatlanticism.
I needed you so much closer
and felt all too much hope
I extended myself
and pulled myself to the end of my rope.
Different loves
with the same name
It’s kind of funny in a way,
I guess my heart’s the only thing that’s stayed.
Idiotic cycles of fantasticism
die cruelly to transatlanticism.

Silhouettes

Inconsistent communication
and you’re out of my reach
Fearful trepidation
as we stare at the breach.
Are you afraid of something
or is that just me?
We’re the trickle of a soft rain
now, and not the storm of the sea.
Just play Alucard
and bite right into me.
Pressing fast forward
Fuck the uncertainty.
I just want you
and not your silhouette,
a shadow in the darkness
is all I seem to get.

Shield me from fossils that fall on my head

Thinking outrageously, thinking thematically
Thinking altogether too much
of memories that are dead to all of the world
except for me, except for me.
Digging up fossils and looking for more
Wondering if the next one
would alter the evidence dramatically.
Something, or someone,
shield me from the ones that fall
and besiege my restless heart.

Model Homes

I want to live in a model home
where the fruit in the bowl never rots,
where the floor never loses its sheen.
The gardens never have burrows
and the attic never hosts any form of papillon.
My wife
and our 2.5 kids make up the nuclear family
and we live and we love and we pray
in our very own model home.