columns and archways to doorways never opened. perpetuity.

mundanity. never seems to happen when i need it to, and when i want to scream my throat dry i can never find the words. better to stay silent and pray curses to foreign deities. black panties and midnight thunder shrugging down shots of your blood to keep you with me. pianos and dirtied keys. finding soulmates in children and laughing at innocent heads of purest blonde hair, sunstroked skin and a belly full of beer. a judas kiss wrapped up in hectors last laments, a prayer for diana and forgiveness to mars for all that he's found in me.

yellowed notes and sharpie markers without lids, sicksad memories of mercury loves and how we always dreamed of black haired emo boys. three year olds with silver nails and ice cream kisses, times i'll never forget.

she dreams of the boy at the record store and i lie discomposed in the haze of dirtied jeans and hairineyes. he had a black bandana and mine was wiry. forgotten in black plastic ashtrays and skipped classes.

these are the days that last forever? white never seemed so tainted and black never before was as austere. sips of vodka and biting tongues, bleeding to forget the taste and what it did to you. never forget brown mailboxes and suburban treasure maps. blonde hair never fades and leviathan rocks to curb the tide of diesel exhaust.

private school girls and toilet swirls. startling red on white sterile porcelain doll curves. brown hellenistic curls lie dormant. princess of blessings with cerulean diamons. i guess curses are no longer it.