Chopsticks and Fireflies

I want to disappear today.
This is the day that I want to vanish.

Black Irish in a funeral hat.
Tell me if you are not already dead.

Come with me.
Blue jeans and boots
And mandarin collars.

An old airstream in the desert.
Fans and cars that set themselves on fire.
~Cake~

You Ruined Me

08/26/2006
You spilled your ink onto my breast
and it leaked through into my heart.

How do I get that stain out?
And do I care if words and thoughts
have forever soiled my spirit?
My hand rests upon this surface, still
Not tending to the blackness...
Better than any brush or pen...
Your ink upon my breast.

~Cake~
Know the Rain Here By Geoff Baker

Spanish Doctor

08/26/2006 22:15:00
the last time i ever saw you
I watched you pack your bag,
and you asked me what looked good, on you, to wear, there.

I watched as you ate my dinner.

Never noticed that I didn't dine, as well.

You asked where the old boxes of photos were.

You went on and on, excitedly...

A self~involved child,
showing me things you feel as though you'd skipped.

I said to you 
that I had gotten you something for luck.

I brought out the antique Spanish stamp.

You took it without reply.

Then you sheepishly grinned,
and responded.
I got you something for luck, too.
You reached into your wallet,
where you placed my magick gift.

And you tried to hand me twenty dollars.

I did not reach for it.

"For luck." You said.

"Via con Dios, mi amigo." I said low.

"OH, yeah... you too."

I realized at that moment 
that my heart 
could comply with exactly what you wanted.

And never miss you, again.

~Pani Dulce~