Friday, January 31, 2014

Zugzwang

Zugzwang

By
Nathan Caleb Camerer


You are like a flower
You’re the rose
Complete with petals and thorns
Makes me hesitant to grab you,
But you grabbed me first
At home in you
Like a shark in the sea,
But even a shark can drown in the sea
Hold me still and see what happens
You’re such a beautiful thing
I should have known you’d break my heart
My life has become a dress rehearsal,
But for a show that’ll never open
No bright lights and flashbulbs
Running out of moves to make
Zugzwang
It doesn’t matter
Not unhappy,
But sad
It’s become my nature
Sad can be beautiful,
But not sadness
The past is gone
The future is not here
Living in the present
With the scars of your thorns in my hands
Salt in my lungs
Passion is a funny thing
Zugzwang
My life got more complicated when you came into it
Life as I knew it is over
Never to return
Trying to learn to walk and talk again
I just want you in my life
It makes it more delightful
I don’t know what you want me to be
There are places I’ll never go again
Without you it’s not as much fun
Zugzwang
A complete accident
A freak occurrence
Enjoy my heart
The one you stole from me

Leaving me these salt filled scars

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Untitled #8

Untitled #8

By
Nathan Caleb Camerer


Cheese and wine go hand in hand
Like Chai and White Mocha
Like Sushi, Sake and Sex
Like you and I or you and me,
It depends on your grammar
It doesn’t depend on a precious metal
Wrapped around your finger
Between the first and second knuckle
On the fourth finger from the right
Hand in hand
Knuckle to knuckle
I am not the contents of my wallet,
But there is a picture of you in there
The one with my reflection in your eyes
I feel like a part of you
You are a part of me
Peas and carrots have nothing on us
Fried chicken and watermelon are painted envious
I’m your Dixie Chicken and you’re my Southern Waffle
Sweet Tea is you and me,
But it depends on your grammar
I’m slightly bitter and you’re too sweet
Hip to hip,
Your right and my left
That’s not the definition of love,
But we can take that walk,
If I can smell your breath in the morning
Gross,
But I’m twelve
Ignore the grey
Life isn’t a box of chocolate without you
I know what I will get
I don’t like chocolate anyway,
But for you I’d eat Willie’s factory
You and me could be a Golden Ticket,
But it depends on your grammar
Knuckle to knuckle
Hip to hip
Heart to heart
You eat mine and I eat yours
It’s not too hot in the kitchen,
But only because you’re there
By my side is where you belong
Not in my pocket
You’re not the only content in my wallet,
But you’re the most valuable
Maybe I am the content of my wallet,

But I am not my fucking khaki’s