I Fucked A Flower. I Grew A Garden.

Last week you gave me your pillow as we slept blanket-less on the hard wood floor

Fevered glands finding themselves in wet regret

Friendly hands no longer find

Trying daily to drink myself to sleep away my pining

Yet even when I spin to sleep

Its never quite the same

So I sit here and vomit for the trend

Cause I don’t think I’d ever seen you bleed so much

Oh how the colors raced down your face

Like fireflies in the night time skyline

Your eyes lit up

And the room dimmed down

Now we lay amongst the wilted wallpaper

And attempt to reinvent this room

Oh, and will you flush that condom for me?

Joshua Tool – 04/13/2007

Her Name Was Scarlet… 
Yeah, She Liked To Sleep

Our windowsills swell and creek’n speak in rainy tongues

As its gray noise wisps outside the window’s TV-like pane

Channels constantly changing

I want nothing more but to hold you in my autumn arms 

and watch the world fall gracefully into the gutters

Only to form a bed of leaves for our winter napping

Time itself will never be the same

Now that we’ve swallowed the seasons 

our bodies become cameras

With film fixed and focused eyes

A storm was stored in our pupils perspective polaroid

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Novembers turning imitates our song of sweet nothings

Joshua Tool- 12/18/2006

My Claustrophobic Heart

Last night I watched the leaves divorce the trees from a neighboring bench in a November park

It just so happened that my lungs had a date with its crisp autumn breeze

I thought it was time that I finally got a breath

And I lifted my head only to view those very trees shake hands with the retiring sun

Implying a candelabra

Their fiery limbs shunning the mirror-like buildings

In that same moment I flicked my cigarette into the new nights dew

I felt like smoking up the scenery

For I no longer yearn for your breath

I am content with my bench

I no longer search for someone to fill the seat next to me

Your existence has widowed my will

So here I shall sit, with November as my witness

I here now renounce my lungs

I here now retire with the sun

Joshua Tool – 11/15/2006

I’ll Stop Being Bitter, When You Stop Whispering Other Guys Names In Bed

I remember when I used to kiss your innocent little patches of freckles

Your soft skin would make promises in the dark

As time went by I would watch you come home every night and re-apply the rockabilly rose lipstick you had smeared on all those denim collars

Just as fast as I could change my clothes

You would change your mind

Now they will name streets after you

For the legend you held in bed

So you achieved some asphalt

So what?

All I can do now is hug those corners and kiss the concrete

Well you better bite the curb and smile big

Until those pretty little lips wear a new shade of red

Joshua Tool – 10/17/2006

In Our Laps We Hold Our Lapses. In Our Hands We Hold Each Others.

I’ve pealed away the cellophane from this oh so poised typewriter and already I have tarnished its pearly white keys

Crisp pieces of bleached paper lay ready to be used

As skeptical found itself to be an antonym in my prior late night coffee crossword

You see perfection is my phobia

And this is not perjury that pours from my lips as I press them against yours

So when suburbia fades into symphonies of grass patches

The void will cheat in tongues

You shall be free to test the timing as I will be stranded on this step

I was here when they uprooted a garden only to watch the soil starve

They took photographs to remember what survival looked like

And that night, we all danced barefoot

As I picked you a bouquet of keys

From the incoherent weeds

Will you make yourself at garden?

Will you embrace this design?

For I am so deep in this, I am at a loss for words

Joshua Tool – 09/01/2006

In Our Laps We Hold Our Lapses. In Our Hands We Hold Each Others.

I’ve pealed away the cellophane from this oh so poised typewriter and already I have tarnished its pearly white keys

Crisp pieces of bleached paper lay ready to be used

As skeptical found itself to be an antonym in my prior late night coffee crossword

You see perfection is my phobia

And this is not perjury that pours from my lips as I press them against yours

So when suburbia fades into symphonies of grass patches

The void will cheat in tongues

You shall be free to test the timing as I will be stranded on this step

I was here when they uprooted a garden only to watch the soil starve

They took photographs to remember what survival looked like

And that night, we all danced barefoot

As I picked you a bouquet of keys

From the incoherent weeds

Will you make yourself at garden?

Will you embrace this design?

For I am so deep in this, I am at a loss for words

Joshua Tool – 09/01/2006

Two-way Mirror

An eggshell colored carpeting soothes and supports your pressure points

An eggshell growing tension is served sunny side up

Breakfast in bed

I need a break from this bed

For this fold-out couch seems so apathetic

A blanket for one

The space for two

I will purposely pick the wrong side of the bed

And wake once more with my indecisions

Unmentionables and the unmentioned lay dying to be removed

From a twenty foot distance you promiscuously catch my eye

With a display of regret for the words you have not spoken yet

And I can’t quite grasp this expression

For your eyes seem too polluted with hesitation

And now all we are left with is the walls and their secrets

So all they will give us is their promise to keep them

I need a better question to master

Because all that you’ve given me is your honest answer

Joshua Tool – 03/02/2006

Go To Sleep Upon Scarlet Sheets [The Longest Ride Home]

Today I woke to summer sun serenade

It was washed down with a tall glass of orange juice and a burning sensation that consumed my wrists

I looked down to find crimson stains smeared across them

I delicately touched these wounds

I scanned them with my fingertips and read these swollen scars like braille

It triggered a clenching pain that had been planted into my chest

Last night was in vein

And this time the pain finally broke the skin

I remember now

It is all to vivid

That night the sky was so violent

The stars were friendly

Yet the car was silent

Overlooking the overpass

Everything looks better when street lights come on

I stopped and stared at you

Your cheeks had so recently been stained with mascara

I wanted to wipe them but my hands thought different

A mutual knowledge of the end

I would grind my teeth as I said this to you

This was the sound of death

And then everything was out on the table

It had all been given back

Tightly gift wrapped and pleasantly pushed away

The lump in my throat was even bigger than the hole in your heart

I left you there and headed home

Heart aches and Tire tracks

I dragged myself down the stairs and collapsed into bed

I had to let it go

I grabbed the used blade

Because I am still dealing with distance

Joshua Tool- 09/17/2004