if helen of troy were alive today

she looked you square in the face and with all of the grace and the charm harbored within her small, perfect body she offered you two options; "love me or don't, it doesn't matter either way, just please please please finally be happy"

keep your defiance to a dull roar, and she will keep her combustible heart at bay. 

jesus christ

I am heartsick; but I am lion-hearted. I can feel from a million miles away the breathing and heart-beating of a lover i had once. Nothing is ever completely finished with, she informed me. As if I didn't know my own old quotes, jokes. I have a new acquisition, I have a transfixion with being new and being alive. for once. Jesus Christ I muttered insanely fast-pacing through the inner city where it's most hot and most heart-wrenching; I sit on a bench and wait and wait but there is no sign of the signal I am supposed to receive. Deceived again I lay low in the grass passing time with a half-asked last chance ending for some poem I started eight years ago and still have yet to finish. Nothing is ever completely finished with, this time I informed myself.

Grey Reef Sharks Mating

all about me

Noise control

Through the muffled sounds, my voice cried out so tiny

the big city blaring, a giant mute button so that I can't tell you

what's on my mind as soon as it arrives there.

"I, I forgot what I was going to say", stifled again by the sound of the sirens,

I cannot blame them. 

Turns out, I had nothing important to say afterall.