monopoly.

these harts and mmrs
burnt into my retina
paint the walls of my head
i close my eyes
“See you on the in(flip)side of my eyelids”
and count to ten
let’s play a game
of love and sin
the first rule is not to sleep
the second to spill your guts out your eyes to me
crybaby.
run back to your mother
so I can think “I did that to you”
give me the props and wait in the wings
you’re up next
for once
remembered not forgotten
always up the back in photos
face obscured
head in hands
try to smile through your tears
well heres my chance to shine
im gonna tear you apart
and study your insides
(like a book)
write a book
ill reader’s digest it quickly
and wait patiently for the sequel
eternal writer’s block constricts my head
dry ice always helps
it is the cure to all my problems
next to the penicillin on my shelf
easy to find in times like these
“I need to write/I have to/you don’t understand…”
except for today
all I keep writing are love notes
in the margins of my text books
left in my locker over the holidays