I did more than I wished
Less than I thought
And I’m still putting up with you
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 2:18 AM UTC
Falling, falling, falling,
forever
or is this
G
N
I
T
A
O
L
F
towards a shimmer in the distance
like a wind that carries a dead leaf
whispering through the chimes
that fall upon deaf ears
as if the message was sent
and it just wasn't heard
No, this is f
a
l
off l
the i
precipice n
g
as I watch the sky
march round in a funeral procession
of our history
F L O A T I N G
in this disorienting gravity
S E D U C I N G
in this magnetic propinquity
T E A R I N G
in this psychosomatic schism
every storm proceeds an epoch
of pleasure
as if pleasure
is an
Grecian artifact
in the backdrop of Ovid
The caterpillar
of Like
of Love
of Hate
cocoons into insouciant
vicissitudes
Y.
A
W
but refuses to fly A
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
Lip Dip Paint
One Two
Lip Dip Pain
Three Four
Lip Dip Pai
Five Six
Lip Dip Pa
Seven Eight
Lip Dip P
Nine Ten
Lip Di
Eleven Twelve
Necrosis of the teeth
the bone becomes brittle
limping with sore feet
the jaw shatters
sores line the throat
mouth only of gums
blood starts to flow
only holes left to tongue
red seeps out the mouth
doctors say this must be syphilis
Oh God, it hurts
to work for greed so villainous
Lip D
One Two
Lip
Three Four
Li
Five Six
L
Seven Eight
Nine Ten
Another girl in the ground again
Eleven Twelve
It's safe, don't you want to
radiate?
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC
In the center gravity holds
tightly as we spiral
awaiting to enfold
ever pressed in cosmic vinyl
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
rain down corpuscles of light
into the salty ocean waves
bend for me and smite
the darkness of this drowning cave
where I am held by the cross section
of some fourth dimensional abnormality
maybe it is just my reflection
maybe it is just my reality
something I can't seem to picture
a Corpus Hypercubus sort of memory
tied down by mental strictures
left wondering in this somber reverie
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC
It's been awhile myself
seems I only write
to look busy at work
I have forgotten how
to communicate
always looking for
le mot juste
to tell myself
it's okay.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 1:27 AM UTC
outgrown the cradle
generation ships cruising
the stars are all ours
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 9:52 AM UTC
My sweet songbird
My sweet little Ortolan
Captured in
my hugs
Force-fed
I love yous
Drowned in
poetry
Draped in linen
to hide from
God
As I swallow
you whole
My sweet little Ortolan
My sweet songbird
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
From a pinpoint explosion
to the edge of space and time
a never ending expansion
racing through stars that shine
stretched too far
like this rubber soul
trapped in a bell jar
a personal black hole
let go
for this name has been expunged
let go
for this big crunch
let go
for this death
let go
and draw the last breath
as the pinpoint universe
explodes only to reform
as stars and time disperse
this soul contorts and transforms
rises from the ashes
and sees a new day birthed
gazes as a new sun flashes
on a new mother earth
happiness has finally been found.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
Want to save a leg?
It’s gonna cost you an arm!
Want to save an arm?
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC