Call and Response

I scratched the bite til it bled.
belle in the left/sebastion in the right.
a thick pane of transparent black the only shield of my tears,
their only protection.
a sweetly sick musty air
a sickly sweet see thru smile
a fake little one.
a pretend little one
dirty little air.
dirty little air,
I scratched the bite til it bled.
I stayed up late without you.
I miss the boy,
Why aren’t you home?
or are you but you’re just not there.
I have a scab in my locket
memory in my pocket
Of how we only stayed out once...
I stayed up late without you.
I’m out again tonight
But not where I was before.
I wish I was there
After that ”no” (a painful sting)
Only now I know it was out of a sort of love...
It hurts me.
Not like it did before, it’s good now
I need to feel safe
safe from nothing
nothing
it’s not out there in the dark
because nothing is there

just an acorn dropping on the roof,
you pull me back down into your arms and we fall asleep again

2 am
I smile after miles of tears
I still miss you but now I can sleep
I need sleep
need to get reacquainted with the hollow beats of an

I’m nothing special
I promise I’m not
don't look for anything
because there’s nothing out there in the dark

I miss you
I hope you miss me
But I doubt you do.

I’ll share our kiss with someone else
I’m sorry, there were tears in my eyes.
and you give me no choice

but don’t worry

I was too busy thinking about you

I need not sleep for when I wake it will be tomorrow; I don't want it to be tomorrow for we barely had today.
I need not sleep
I need not sleep
I need not dream another dream
another dream of a never going to happen
bite the bullet
bite the steering wheel
bite back
just stop crying
it will never happen
you will never be great
because no one loves you anymore
the score is four to zero
and with that
it is tomorrow
with another week in the wings
you are weak in the knees,
that’s four
finger tips
sweet gentle finger tips
and soft sugary lips
bug bites
sleeping limbs
I catalogue a dying memory
I remember the hated ones more
but only because it has been so long since I saw that face...
towards the hate
I spoke nothing but regret
I miss you
I hope you miss me
But I doubt you do.
I’m nothing special
I promise I’m not.
it will never happen
because I am easily forgotten
amongst the greater things that are left to live
and all the “found photos”
will my face grace the pavement?
in twenty long years?
the silhouette of a forgotten...
will you let my youth ridden grin fall to manmade monotony?
will they tramp and trudge on me?
once all thousand words are spoken of what use will I be?
once all thousand words are spoken of what use will I be?
how sad a destiny...
what will could it be to be forgotten?
pulse bears beats of tidal waves against a scraped knee
I’m four again
I’m forgotten.
..........
I am the most forgotten but I do not mourn
I am the least remembered and I praise my new conviction





kg Maley: black + white photos of fireworks
"beautiful things" ... they want to get in ... the real kid