let’s live suddenly without thinking
under honest trees,
a stream
does.the brain of cleverly-crinkling
-water pursues the angry dream
of the shore. By midnight,
a moon
scratches the skin of the organised hills
an edged nothing begins to prune
let’s live like the light that kills
and let’s as silence,
because Whirl’s after all:
(after me)love,and after you.
I occasionally feel vague how
vague idon’t know tenuous Now-
spears and The Then-arrows making do
our mouths something red,something tall
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 3:34 AM UTC
sonic resounds
sonic abound
every wall at a sudden
pulls out a string
They pluck and entangle
every strand dry
and weary
no flickering lights,
no other end to climb.
Mealymouthed the prisoners
En la cabeza, esta loca
para este día,
y el próximo.
There goes the alarm,
let the younger self appear
and save us form this
overly grown despair.
Oh, desolate
and innocent.
Not knowing why
but hurting.
It is the only feeling
that defeats
even the stars aligning
and promises swell on wells.
And suddenly, the inexplicable
shares the same sentiment as
the knowing that there is not
an everlast of bursting joy.
That sonic will resound
and Heaven's mercy be on us
to let it pass for now.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it----
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a **** lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
0 my enemy.
Do I terrify?----
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies
These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart----
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash ---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 5:21 AM UTC
Banging my head against the wall
Looking for reasons I’m sure of.
Trying to prove a point,
Breathing,
breathing not,
not anymore.
Walls, I could hear them speak to me,
Witness to my deranged late nights talking to myself.
Their eyes, tired from keeping up.
If I could hear their words I’d hear mine back.
One more glass in the sink
One more thought of being cleaned
Then again who cares?
I’d be swoon once again.
Sweet flicker of lights
Deep liquor of lies
Singing songs of the old
Just missing you.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC
10 years from now I’d regret it if:
I find you in someone else’s arms,
You find your home through someone else’s eyes,
And that someone else is never I.
10 years ago
I never know,
I’ll never have a clue,
For I was never there,
That very 10 years ago.
4 years ago,
I think I was robbed
Of jokes, I tried hard not to laugh
Of the presence in the room
With a loud voice
and a young heart I avoid.
4 years ago,
I was robbed by his wild heart
His delinquent ways and acts
Him standing in the pavement,
That look in his face he doesn’t have a clue of!
My god, what should I give to take that all back!
4 years ago,
I was robbed
Not knowing I’d loved that man
Not knowing that I can.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC
I counted the months, the years, the days in the calendar.
I went through my head again – there’s no sign of a wound or a scar.
I realized forgetting is so much easier now.
Seeing the familiar takes no shots at me, how?
I went online,
A picture of you,
A picture of friends,
A picture of her
With you.
Went through the comments,
Here we go again with the stalking!
Hearts on the floor, hearts everywhere.
You replied with an ‘I love her.’
Ran to the room, I feel like fire.
Reached the backdoor with a blade on my hand.
And before I knew it **** it!”
I thought it was gone, I thought “I’ve moved on.”
**** it!
I sat on the floor, too long to remember.
All that I know is what I know now,
After all this time, why?
You’re still the one.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
Stray light of sigh, of freedom
That one day in time.
In the fast pace of dates,
of gold's pressure, we tamed.
Then crash the chaos
- we suddenly care -
causing sequence destroyed.
From where?
From that lovely little darling,
A child, a lonely person, a dream,
your peace.
From what was once not a memory
of an innocent whisp.
An innocent whisp of what life really means.
Attention, your hug, your kisses, your love.
Your bright eyes of clouds, of me,
And the air of exuberance you lived in - for keeps.
All of them went mad, went bad.
Wore 'grave' like a drape of second skin, second face
to tell you :
Come back, come back
remember life out of bulb lights
And back to the sunrise,
we watch on the peaks of December.
Come back, come back,
there's still time to stop in your tracks,
look at your hands that once had been in love.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC