I want you to put me on your tongue and let me dissolve into you like the tiny white squares that turn those glossy hazel marbles into black holes and intense stares. I want you to kiss me and see negative colored rulers in the corner of your vision and I want you to have trouble making a decision between kissing me and observing me while I'm sitting on your chest and I want you to laugh like you did with your cherry colored lip curled over your childish grin over and over and over again and I want you to forget the conversation topic every time you close your eyes because the world inside of your mind is filled with blinking images that you can't quite explain aloud so you settle for little talks about Rosa Parks and Indian style kisses and how the ocean is the Earth's thing or the complexity of butterfly brains and whether or not they remember their caterpillar memories (they do). Describe to me the first time you saw your favorite color and what developed the affinity for it: yours, a glacier blue toy that resembled the ocean and mine, a lavender Easter dress that twirled when I spun. Tell me about your school crushes when you were four and what you got your clothespin moved to the sad face for and I'll write it all in ink on my knee caps because "God, we're such writers" and you'll check the clock in the gaps and search for tunes or lighters and I'll want time to slow down because the nights spent with you usually seem as though minutes are just a few seconds shy of sixty, which turns the little hand pretty quickly.
I want hours, weeks, decades, to analyze the freckles on your face or the pace at which you move your tongue and precisely how it tastes.
I want you to tell me that your brother would like me and about the mountains in Tennessee and maybe next time I'll try to stay awake, unless you want to listen to the way I breathe so fully when I dream.
When I close my eyes, I want to be able to see what you see.
I want you to keep burying the numb parts of you into the warm parts of me.
everything is anything.
morphing, moving, & merging together.
falling deep into flow.
deep into know.
breathing & bleeding energies & essences,
from every spectrum of the rainbow.
discovering & diving into new, unexplainable realms of creation.
so much to think about.
so much to feel for.
it's easy to get swept up in the magic.
Acid, that's what you are;
you get me up so high
just to drop me far below.
maybe I just wanna fly?
you cause hallucinations,
not my imagination.
I, for one, thought that your love
was not an addiction.
and not a hallucination.
this addiction I wished
I never had anymore!
but the shadow of the day
blinds out all the sun's rays
why is I don't see the light at the end of the tunnel?
silly me, I always knew there was the light but I just never wanted to believe in it; because who cares? The high is worth the pain, right?
The lower back arches
Muscles tangle in with the spine
And intertwining curvature sneaks between vertebras
Creating a vineyard of sweet spirits
That I could drink from the palms of your hands
As though the gentle and rough intentions
Had forever been engraved in a fate
That the universe hadn’t even planned for it
Otherwise the circumstances wouldn’t have been
And so foolish, I looked onward to the lit pavement
Walking between the crowd in hopes that
The grasping of my soul would stop from being tortured
In ways so tender that I wish I could expand in to the millions of atoms I am
Your skin felt like a warm liquid
That washed over your bones structure
Your eyes, those brown eyes
That looked at me with a shine that
I wasn’t sure if everyone else could see
And the light freckles and tinges of skin tone
Pixelated the platform of your body
And I, could look at you forever
Without even thinking twice about tomorrow
MDMA and LSD were walking down the street
They saw a girl dressed in green
They approched her and asked about her name
She replied saying it was THC
They invited her to come along for the walk
She said yes feeling like she belongs
The three had fallen in love
They would never leave one alone
Since the day MDMA and LSD had met THC
They became inseperable to me
Words Of Harfouchism
no sleep in weeks
no justice no peace
minutes lie, dream eyes
rise is to realize
parka as a pillow
AM to PM to AM
rest subway car.
Alone by the guy
with a knife.
He gaze icy
I threw my brass knucks
over the Brooklyn Bridge.
So I Butthead chuckled
Started cockadoodle doing
Went talking to myself and to him
about how I gave all my money
to a Quadriplegic turned muscleman
in sharp black suit
He inched away.
I kissed the ad over his head.
I was on Broadway.
I sang all through the C train
smelling like shit.
Waving my hands and swung the poles.
People looked down or away
A woman said, "uh huh honey."
tipped my imaginary hat
Bid them adieu.
The subway people
I love you
I just always wanted to
Still smelling like shit
when was the last time
I showered at a sink?
Canyon voice gathering at the Square
I ate an lsd apple
Jesus was walking
and talking with me there.
and children floated from the street
to the sidewalks,
Considered same on the list.
We tried to sleep
at a Harry Potter book signing line.
Two girls were following us
asking so many questions
Vibes I seized.
They were in secret sneezing
to an announcer with news microphone,
his cameraman propped up like,
How long had I
a dead phone?
Looking wreck pathetic
New clear telepathic.
What then next?
The lady in the Met booth
I threw myself at her wisdom.
Mario, my father. Eve, my mother.
Son is a basket case.
This was my most dramatic
away from paint.
Infamous new mind transformation
34th & 7th
the curly dark haired angel
with umbrella, divine light and
ambient electronic church
like "Hymn 23"
when she pointed steel tip
at subway duct.
Your God thought it beautiful.
I got up.
She went up the stairs.
"Did you hear what she did?"
"See what? Hear what?"
A brush with a woman in white
whispered," I'm going to her."
Just as she too disappeared.
The man looked at me blankly.
Just what I had feared.
I cried hysterically following.
Asking people in the station
"Did you see the woman in the ribbon hat
The lady divine with the umbrella
Their faces grinned and grew
into sentinel iBorgs
with fraternal reptile smiles,
I was shit deep in the white.
I was one too, Jesus God, I looked at my reflection in a revolving door.
I kept my head phones
off and everyone was a cop.
Crying, slapped a pay phone.
I knew though, that I had a home.
Fucking apple was wild.