to carve a mocking word

do you know what's wrong with our generation?
we don't carve big hearts into the bellies of big oaks
like our parents and grandparents did before us
we never painstakingly etch-out the initials of our lovers
is it because pocket knives no longer represent innocent boyhood revelry?
(see also: boxcutter terrorism)
or is it because we've witnessed too many of our childhood trees disappear
and we just can't be bothered anymore?

a child's first matinee

a looming theatre before his eyes
gaze fixed upon a velvet sea of red
still but a child entranced by its aisles
so in awe of it all, let it be said
booming voices fill the air with clamour
curtains rise to reveal a broad new world
his senses 'roused by all of the glamour
from lips to audience; tongues unfurled
villains and heroes and lovers' quarrels
his heart skips a beat; his breath surrenders
cruel ironies rest upon morals
captivated by stellar pretenders
that theatre taught him about romance
he'll never forget the casts performance

vengence

george bush jr.
the american public
the twin towers
drones
satellite footage
the CIA
pakastani intelligence

let's face it
osama bin laden
might be history's
greatest hide 'n go seek player
part of me hopes they took their time
the other part wonders what drove him to such extremes?

le petit castor

i'm on your
fire escape
the air is warm
and inviting
you are dreaming
sound asleep
le petit castor
plays their music
ever so loudly
i listen to drunkenly
fun girls
try to sing
take on me, take me on
i'll be gone
in a day or two
they are
so wonderfully
out of key
most people
usually are
with that one
i probably will
be gone
in a day or two
but only if you ask
me to be
you look so beautiful
finding dreams

love must be answered if it is to prosper

dearest anteros,

it is with great desperation that i pen this letter to you. my repeated pleas to eros have fallen on deaf ears. it is your arrows of lead that i now pledge my dying allegiance to. my heart is tragically nearing its last beat and i find myself strangely comforted by such a discovery. the world as i know it is imploding upon me and i can no longer breathe in her absence. oh grace our world with your plumed wings, great avenger of unrequited love. bestow upon me this gift that i desire with such dire conviction and i will flood her heart with a love unrivaled in this lifetime.

very sincerely,

michael

my drug of choice

she is a breath
of fresh air
so much so in fact
that if a team of scientists
were to get their latexed hands on her
she'd likely be synthesized into
the newest ant-depressant craze

fidelity and other myths

he no longer believes in love
it comes and it goes
like the latest craze
like new cellular phones
everybody's down for an upgrade
trade-ins always welcomed
nothing is sacred
everything is non-binding
love is just another lonely noun
no longer worth fighting for
it's all there in the cold legality of it
the larger print that is used
in conjunction with fine print
is ingenuously used by the merchant
in effect to deceive the consumer
into believing the offer is more
advantageous than it really is
via a legal technicality
which requires full disclosure
of all (even unfavorable) terms
or conditions, but does not specify
the manner (size, typeface, colouring, etc.)
of disclosure
he'll always be her friend
really, he will
but he'll never be anyone's lover again
her fifteen minutes of fame
was killing the beat of a poet
who no longer believes in love
and what else is there?
especially for a poet
whose words have been made a mockery of