the nightmare before Christmas

i was waiting in
the train station
(a twilight zone
between homes)

the heat was on
(a modern day hearth
protecting from foreign chill)

i was sitting on a bench
somewhere in the midst of
nodding off in the warmth and
checking my phone
(a call from family
here to pick me up)

when all of a sudden
a stranger shuffled in the door
my first image
a threadbare Santa
gaudily wrapped
(a discarded present
holiday irony)

without warning
he sat down on
the bench
next to me
began a sick soliloquy
to the tune of
O Holy Night
on a half busted radio.
i felt molestation in
his speech
(a discourse
on posterior hygiene)

there was no
diplomatic retreat
and so the
verbal violation
continued
(a few minutes that moved like
an Advent calendar)

the heat
in the station began
to sicken me; the air
of the place was
suddenly foul
and i kept waiting for familiarity
(an aunt to come
and take me home)

but time seemed to have
hit the brakes
and screeched to
a halt.

Mirrors

i saw

eternity

in a pair

of glass

panes

portals

open

to admit

me

to admit

open

portals

panes

of glass

in a pair

eternity

i saw

you never let me miss you

sandpaper kisses, papercut bliss
don't know what this is, but it all leads to this--

he looks me in the eyes.
before his lips part, i know exactly what will escape them,
exactly how.

"i thought i told you

i'm not him."

(smoke from the end of a cigarette 

forget-me-nots to choke on)

the script was written in pencil, as much as we pretended otherwise.
the kisses he bruised my skin with were fated to fade.
so many sensual scars.

"just a bird."

(common knowledge) 

i let those love bites and heart blows rain anyway.
smiled, because i only felt the climax.

i suppose he's only squinting because of the smoke.
meanwhile, my vision is blurry with tears.

'they're finally starting to hurt.'

(to myself)

God help me if i don't succumb to this slow motion collapse.

"it won't be long

before i fall

out of love." 

(fade to black)

you're gonna leave her
you have deceived her.

do me a favor

1. go to http://the-weeknd.com

2. download everything in sight (i.e. 3 mixtapes, house of balloons being the first and echoes of silence being the last)

3. prepare your ears.  they're in for a treat.

Spoken Word + Dubstep = ???

try this on for size. just finished it like half an hour ago.