Oh lord you know pride
Tastes like plums
Can't hardly
Stand
But
Stake your ground
You know it's gonna rot
That mouthful of
Succulence and flesh
Will disintegrate
Soften and die
Drain away until
Only the stone sits
Dry and ribbed
Smiling vainly to the sun
the Flesh door fireworked open
Splashed liquid vitality on
the Yellow hope and Creme colored dreams
marrow gave way, Slumped into the
portly Shirtwaist
of the wealth of Her father
Beautiful fool you
Spinning just like You did but a night ago
But now in a different embrace
Your lips painted Him
Like you Paint the night
Red in black
Red on White
Submerged in the empire of your tide
Trying to feel unobtrusive, let me saturate
Lips filling with the brine
You pop sweet oxygen bubbles
Chewing gum at its finest
Pulling candy from my estuary
Blue blood sweeps from between my fingertips
Floating face through
Eyes open into yours
The deepest tide-pools I've ever seen
Slipping into the tangle of
Your fingers
The swivel of refraction
Shattered warmth diffused in frosty capped overture
Oh to be a native of you
Never needing a map or a light or a guide
Swallowed without notice
Nothing but another wave the endless
March of tumbling reverb
The only reaction possible to your vocal chords
The song of the ocean
The simmer of the tide
MV MA
Key figure
Lock frame
Smooth curve, lower lip aligning
Jump click nose
Glide and wrinkle
Slide those teeth into me
Mouth filling with metal
Twist off, open up
Eyes slit,
Scour deep places
Creeping into nightmares
Keying gashes through
The décolleté of my brains rational
Glean wicked wonders
Slinking out
Found what you desired
Trash the place and ghost out
Cleaning off internal graffiti
Better lock up
Next time.
Lol at my teen angst. :P
In my dreams is where you dwell
Huddled in the dank corner of my coveted place
Swaddled in blue velvet
Misty grin hovering
Cheshire Cat illumination
Waiting, dusty pawn shop grit
Gathering...bunching like your favorite memory
At the back of your spine
The musty splintered closet door
Cigarette filtered light
Slops its way through
Don't hide! Don't hide
I cover your eyes
Found
You
My eyelids are bruised. Salt drips cake the worry fraugh lines
My insides in chaos. Vomit tastes familiar
Damn you. I'm tearing a hole in me
For you to fit in
But you keep growing
Eventually there will be nothing left.
Shimmering limbs pour through the air behind my eyes
Hazy summer thoughts swim twards the lazy ceiling fan
Missing the cartwheels of your hair dripping prisms of lakeweed
Even the dazzle of your sunscreen smell
Come back soon, July.
Your eyes drift
The glint from them capture
Flint sparks catching
Black ice drips fire
I glow in the shivering heat
Flick of carpeted fringe
Smothers the inferno
Black holes suck the light
I'm drawn closer
In hope of a flicker
Miles away lower lips
Quirk
Flame snaps back
Gaze alighting...
White to black
Bleached bones to charcoal
Burn me from the inside
Internal inferno
Drawing out the sun from my
Wretched lungs
Smoke pours from my torn larynx
Second hand smoke
Ruins you too.
My bones melt
Clay sticks in a toddlers mouth
In the wrong place
Being muitlated and twisted
I'm supposted to be stored
In a dry
Room tempture place
With out the stripping rays
Of the sun
Skin peeling off in rusty strips
The gummy snap back like
A broken hair band
The heat crackling
Chapping and blistering
I'm supposted to be laid to rest
Not over stretched or
Over done
But instead I'm exactly
Where I'm not supposted to be
People say
Loneliness is a killer
But
When you're on your own
There is no one to let you down
It only takes 3 inches
To drown
If no one notices
And I play my happiest songs
Can I sleep
In the shower?
When I got up
And pushed my elbow
In your lap
(I swear by accident)
I heard you gasp
I shifted and so did you
I felt something move
That I probably shouldn't
By the end of that movie
I had moved so much
That everyone
Could hear you moan
Snap crackle pop
I am turning into cereal
Sparks light up
My inner joints
My hips are tiny fireworks
My fingers are singed from within
My neck is an cymbal crunch
Knees sound like the summer does
Like the cricket song at night
Even when I blink
A wicked noise escorts
My body is a symphony
I sound like I've lived a profound life
Yet I've barely lived at all
Love me for who I am
Skim milk skin with
Pink floating in
Coppertone hair and
Trident gum snap
Wax figure hands riddled with blue snake veins
Crushed broken toes and
A metal belly button
Liquified speech
And self important bangs
Long eyed glances and
Sun melted shoulders.
Love me for what I am.
No one will be the wiser
Streaming snarls pour down my heart
Chemical imbalance they say
Dopamine draining down my spinal chord
Pooling in my eyes
Broken shudders form as liquid joy
Slips out of my face
Eyeliner tire-tracks
Mark the swift path
The speed that happy left at
Saturating inanimate with synapse juice
Paper requires no liquid assets
Wasting ecstasy on cold white lines
Smile. Your mouth is drowning in your tears.
I am not supposed
To like waistlines
A dip and fall of a curve
The delicate wind of a collarbone
The shadows of long lashes on high cheekbones
The swirl and snap of a skirt
The inclines and snowslopes of silent skin
Deep creases in secret places
But I do.
And it's the best terror
I've felt in a long time.
You make my bones stutter
Collarbones tripping
Femurs choking
A catch on each shifting syllable
A creak in my heart for every beat
Every vertebrae nervous
Even my knee caps stammer
You walk by slow and languid
Easy as the tide
My body as tight and jerky as a
Scared rabbit
Yours as lose and winsome as
Chimney smoke
I wish.
My most murmured prayer
I wish I was...
A religion all its own
I will change...
An overuse lie
I hope.
I way to pretend
I love...
A mask
I promise...
A plea
All ugly broken dolls.
Fake.
No where near what they are trying to emulate.
I'm stealing every star
one by one
if only to blot out the light
that rivals yours
Syrup simple. Sad and slow.
Sweet run juice, slips down
the rotted core.
Mirroring the sweeping tears
Salt slicks your face.
Black with overripeness.
Sugar shot through.
Quick slaloms of sea wash
High cut cheekbones.
They cave with the decay of sorrow.
What once was taught and full
Now is sunk and sallow
Sweet turns bitter.
The sad in your soul
Rots you like a peach.
