I am no longer
A ****** being.
I get more from a right touch
Then the aforementioned ******
I have died to the idea-
that you can take me somewhere I haven’t already been
without wanting me in a fresher way
then to lay on and then next to me
The drop of your eyes
As they dart away from my own
I want that
I want the tight grip of your hand
Around my ankle
The insistence of your words on mine
Panting, eager, delicate
conversations
that converge into familiarity
I am no longer
A ****** being
But I am drawn to sheets
As an entity-
As a home for intimacy
But it is most intimate
When they are still cold
Under my goose bumps
I resolve myself
To the longing
For something more then just a body
And a body
Tangling
I want to eat your temperament
For breakfast, lunch, and diner
And then rest on the bare chest of someone
Who will still want me there when I wake up.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:37 PM UTC
Time separates us in the most tragic of ways
My 21st century mouth is wet for you
My tongue would rain on your rose petals
And nourish your palms, eyes closed, panting, words.
I grow from your golden ashes a woman
The roses have wilted and left only death cherries
I eat them one by one- I snack on the forbidden fruits
And stain my lips with the darker juices
My words are weakening with my world
I come to you- palms flat on the dirt
Pining for your pinning language
And I will eat them too, swallow them and wait
Until further instruction.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC
I’ve gotten used to being set
Set aside
Set straight
Setting like the sun on the idea of happiness
Dying to so many dreams
I don’t have enough phalanges to count them on
People hurt me because they
Think they know me
(You don’t know me, not even a little)
I had forgotten how it feels when you hold me
I had lost the lust to know you
Blade sharp visions
Cutting away at my ability
To hold up my life card
I want to punch out and leave.
Pleasure and pain concurrent
*** and little deaths roll together
I have never spelled it out before
Your *** your *** your species, your intimacy
It murders my self-confidence
It leaves me barer than birth
And hungry for something
That isn’t real
(And you still don’t know me)
tears are my life’s work
blood is my excuse for living
I leave it in the veins
Because anything else would be
Too messy.
In my fantasies
We watch football on the couch
Drink beers with fancy labels
And I fall asleep on your shoulder.
I could make a whole life
In the small of your back
In the space behind your ear
I would color in your lines
And connect your dots.
We would be childhood happy.
(You don’t want to know me)
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC
I am the very empty shell of human ingenuity
Lost my luster and imagination
I can only put together what already exists
And call it new.
Now introducing the I-microwave
Featuring wifi
And a camera for those moments wasted
Waiting for hyper-sugared molecules to heat.
Blessed with uselessness
I bunker down in your nearest department store
And gain much needed dust.
I am zeros and ones in the system
1 kn0w N07h1n9
***** to the wall
I shrivel and die alone.
I am the ingenuity of the human shell
Lost in my own insecurities, my imagination runs wild with flaws
I can invent everything and anything
When I’m not focusing on myself.
Now introducing my spleen,
Featuring My right ventricles,
And my wiggling fugus-blackened toe nails,
All acting in accordance with my most important *****
Blessed with uselessness
I bunker down in my loveless cubicle
And crave much needed attention.
I am nobody and everybody in the system
I know nothing
***** to the wall
I shrivel and die alone.
We are not so different you and I.
I invented you to keep me going
You depend on me to do the same.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC
The trees all bow to you there
The sun knows that it is welcome
And it graciously gives me smiles
I wear them like overalls
My feet meet clay
I can tell I was born here
That this is the clay
This is the clay that bore me
And I want to scream, “WAIT”
Because you all are missing this
This is the meaning
Or at least the place where meaning is found
In this moment
The ground feels cool and ripe with ideas
With art
With love
(With youth and pain)
With feelings
I’d know this place anywhere
Like a caged bird knows it has a nest
Out there
somewhere
And I want to whisper (wait)
Because to yell at this place
Would crumble it and me to the ground
This is were my soul lives
Because the trees all bow to you there
And the sun knows it is always welcome
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC
there are moments when
I am, from myself, briefly removed-
enough to realize how great I really am,
- now is one of those times
(so hold on to your skull)
all the energy in my sneeze
as it pushes its way through my body
at binding speeds
all the energy
that falls forward
pausing my personal time and space
(a feat for me, at least)
and forcing my eyes to close
THAT is a TINY THING MY BODY DOES
and I don’t even want it to happen
so just wait for it
because when I can muster
all the energy of a tiny sneeze
to feel something for you
to take idea for a tiny vacation of the mind
some place quiet,
warm and dry
but not at all reaching
the evil extremes of any such foolishness
and write them into a poem
O man, are you in trouble then.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC
Gaia, you roam with me
And all I can give back is a carbon cocktail
2 parts oxygen, 1 part carbon
you fence me in safety when no one can
here I become your apprentice
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Bring me up in the ways of the every deity before me
I want to blueberry your life
Add sweet perfection a ton peau parfait
Blemish your face with kisses,
Rogue you to puddles
Drink you in, have you for all meals always
I want to bless you
And deputize the dirt under your fingernails
Commit you to my earth tones
Paint you in abstraction
Be with you- alone in me
Here it is, my blanket of self,
Given unto the lunar entities
Wash out my stains
Hang me to dry in the sun
Let me get new life from the air
Out of all this
Drag from my sole
The one with the toes
Drag out my light
Use it to find yourself
And be constant to you
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC
i am not an inbetweener
not a spaceholder
not a coma in your sentence
I will not hold the back of your bike
Chasing you down the street
Afraid you will wipe out
Scraping your knees on life
I deserve to be an abstract metaphor
Floating under a tree
Sun setting on my glistening shoulders
You should have to think before you speak
To me
Of me
For me
I will not be a flashlight
Or a traffic light
will not be your morse code
I am cursive- calligraphy-poetry on the leaves
Not messages on the inside of the bathroom stall
(of Chauncey’s, Stubbies or The Top)
Written for everyone
Never taken to heart
I will not harden my soul to put up with you
I will remain squishy forever
Powerfully squishy, silky liquidly wonderful
Riddles will drip from my tongue like ink
If you don’t understand it
I am not meant for you
Drowned and dripping
White wine princess
My dresses will flow out of your life
With a quickness
And you will be stuck
Dreaming about the taste and texture of my skin
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:33 PM UTC
I swallow the silence
coming out of a nightmare
rising from the depths
reaching your fingers from the darkwater
pulled to safety
introduction to air.
I am a dark crystal in sunlight
i don't shine when i should
only for the grotesque figures
on their gentle moonlit float.
No beauty
no solace
leaving only space to gasp in the badness
bleed it out new
crisp, farm fresh, warm daisies, jello from the mold, dresses that twirl in the wind - goodness
without the victims knowing
passing all from grip to grin
I eat the darkness
i drink the cold
i birth the light
and let it wander
into the mason jars of small smilers
giant eyes on little faces
pinkies up to the sky
teacups full of imagination
leave you sitting on the porch
years later
trying to relive it all-
And then for you
I swallow the silence.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:33 PM UTC
i want to scribble all my secrets
on the inside of your giant palms
let you squeeze them out of exsistence
lay my sweating worried forehead near you heart
hyponitize myself to the beat
fasten myself around you like strings to a guitar
and be rhythm
and be harmony
and be noise upon noise upon noise
layered to your liking
and all at once quiet
with my nose to your nose
so close i can't remember what color your eyes are
so close i don't feel anything but the deep blue hole
only a soul on a soul
i dream of just being the light
the speckles that escape between the shades
and dance on the floor
as the wind rustles the blinds
i want to be wrestled into harmony
pushed into fantasy
kidnapped by bliss
and if it can't come for me
i want to scribble all my secrets
on the inside of your giant palms
-there they might be safe from me
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC