Tooth and claw, fighting instinct.
Tooth and nail, breaking laws.
Fury --
Your last decision on my behalf.
I promised to always be in your eyes
I promised to always be
I promised, in your eyes.
In your eyes I --
I will never promise again.
You know my real name now;
The last Kindly One.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
Should have looked before I leaped
Now falling again
Falling again
Falling again
No?
Not falling.
But quietly accepting the consequences
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
Warm a house, wreck a home.
Denial of cracks in pavement, in drywall.
My back is unbroken
My back is will never not be unbroken;
The only way back is to move forward,
Restart; Groundhog day.
The subtle difference experience makes.
Playing parts only goes so far,
You want the real thing,
But I will never be afraid again.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
Have you forgotten, old man, the wild youth?
Zephyrs will knock you back, zooming, stumbling drunk on power
All these children, worshipping speed in constant flux
Face-first, papercuts from paper cutouts all around,
I went crazy, old man, my mind exploded in wartime plumes;
You once called this yours, too, under hahas and rough guffaws.
Illuminating all, what remained unseen, with iron grip, I grasped at straws,
Remember old man, because when you forget, it wins all over again.
I beg you, salty old sinnerman, soaked in the spray of the silver sea,
Shine your lamp this way, but don’t dare Gaslight me.
Old man, our body was a wonderland, you’ve turned it a junkyard,
Salvage; choose optimism over efficiency,
Monumental, recycled effigy.
Our father told us he’d be dead by 27,
Remember, old man, he would roll spliff in the barn,
The green and brown, offered for lost time;
Creaking joints whisper family secrets,
Wheezing lungs paint a portrait over a mirror.
I thought I’d be dead by 27,
Dented and chipped, different ways to cheapen;
Trans-Am aspirations but a body of a bicycle; semi-collapsible.
My nose long since hollowed.
What will we be, will we see 27?
Clad in armour of words unspoken,
Polished in appearance like the bottle from last night.
Old man, you’re so funny, hungry and hard,
Leathered skin suits you well.
In these jean short summers, Be not afraid.
Twisted metal blocks out brains,
Tanning our shared skin,
Revealing our blood,
Secrets embodied,
One Grandmother madonna, another a *****
High cheek-boned olive skin,
Contrasted with Viking lovers.
Different pieces welded together over generations,
Tones and textures,
If there’s one thing we know, it’s that there’s no shame in sleeping with a Frenchman,
Gushing like the first time, when we were 16,
Silent and guilty eye contact, Sploosh.
Old man, some things never change.
We can be so much better.
We have been so much better.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
Lunar rays, the moon's array,
Through window screens and windy dreams,
Piercing minds like I pierce my face,
Without a trace, the human race
Chases time, charts out time, every time.
When no child is left behind,
The malformed mooncalf gets to shine,
On carpets; wine,
Matching glasses carry moonshine,
A rabbit one day, a man the next,
Kitty-cat smile, auntie knows best.
Bind Oceans and blood, marine ebb and flow,
Oh! You drive me mad;
Colour fades from visions that I had.
Tell-tale clip-clop of a modest kitten heel,
Starry-eyes, cruise the dark side,
Hell behind a wheel.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Comfort me, choke me;
Tough love is suffocating
Soiled securities brushed away with morning light,
Like the sun I will rise,
Glorious, warming, magnificent
Untouchable, the fountainhead of being,
Radiant isolationist.
I want to be like the moon,
Adored, explored, celestial decor.
Shining, round, and forever turning from your eyes.
Human face with a hungry rabbit's body,
Assaulted and scarred by a life-well lived,
Dancing around your gravity,
A gesture unreturned.
Our system is not binary.
I'll turn from you, I'll let you be,
One of these days with bang and zoom,
You'll come straight back home.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
I once knew a doll with a chalky face,
Sweaty, scared superman, don't fly away;
Don't dare cry if you won't give chase.
Thorned hands hidden by gloves of lace,
Don't be a beggar; nothing can stay.
I once knew a doll with a chalky face.
Lost and scared without a trace,
Sun takes your lover; Cosmic heat ray
Don't dare cry if you won't give chase.
Your stillness will only ever debase.
Alone I told you on the seventh day:
I once knew a doll with a chalky face,
A bottle of courage and 3 lines of grace,
Paralysis will never carve your way.
Don't dare cry if you won't give chase.
Blackbirds wait while you set the pace,
Fly on home, be safe, I'll pray.
I once knew a doll with a chalky face,
Don't dare cry if you won't give chase.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
If I come to terms then my world will collapse.
You said time's made of pockets, so when in doubt just dance.
Once I was guiding light that he wouldn't go without,
Now a mass of ash, dry in starving mouths.
Remember how I melted into the carpet that moved; the ebb and flow?
Remember the day we stayed up through a hurricane, remember ****** snow?
Memory is a sacrifice buried at our ***** feet,
Sacraments that leave our minds incomplete.
You were my purgatory, your burning makes me clean,
I sat in Persephone's throne, it's fit for a queen.
Stolen maiden turned ***** six seeds seal fate.
I'm consort on your royal tour, but you need to abdicate.
Your morganatic lover under covers.
Sharpened claws hide in kitten's paws,
Concern hovers, while I discover
Who I am, will be, and was.
Like a chrysalis hatched a week too early,
Like plastic, pulled from Laura Palmer's head,
Like latex, pulled over another's,
Like sheets, ripped out from under,
Fear, excitement,
Anticipation.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
Words, heavy, dripping from lips;
Lazily falling to the ground with resolve.
A sense of finality,
Blunt ends, fullstop.
Sleepy eyes, bedroom eyes,
Lacking in focus, in definition.
A crown of feathers, a crown of thorns,
Talking heads with sacral scorn.
How fast the seasons change,
I survived a hellfire hurricane.
Smart men are incredibly attractive.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
Tiny toes pitter patter,
The dish, the spoon, china clatters,
In the end it doesn't matter,
Nothing is new anymore.
Reduce, reuse, and recycle,
Take an inch, I go a mile.
Faces tighten with a smile,
Tired ankles, wanderlust-sore.
Marching songs, stomping feet,
Blood shed on the fresh cleaned street,
Sight of violence, scent of defeat,
Find a way home, find a way home.
Louder voices, stronger words,
Fleeing children, roosting birds,
Frame and focus, rule of thirds,
Final days of the Peace of Rome.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC