the smokey memories of Summer
fan on high, combatting heat waves
hair glued to the forehead from sweaty laughter
on the phone for one, two, three many hours
always laughing
but now the sticky fire is gone
noses are runny and temples are cold
dry knuckles chafe against a keyboard wanting to smell the same laundry detergent from a Summer back in time
drying eyes redden as rivers flow into the scorching season
a wet upper lip trembles at time lost
hours on the phone, or lying in bed alone?
always trembling
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
I'm so disco
shining ball
electric dance-floor
sweaty skin crawl
no one listens to the devil at the bar
dancing alone
making love to a cigar
"who let him in?"
ask voices afar
I'm so disco
it's not hard!
sell your soul
give in to what's wrong
the songs are cruel
but the people are worse
they dub you disco
make you curse
when blue lights turn us dizzy
***** coats the throat
there's an evil deep inside
that brings me to my knees
every time
"help me! help me!"
I scream with sore lungs
crashing to the floor with a thud like a gun
"I'm so disco!"
but no one hears
they're so disco
the dance goes on
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC
I'm so sick.
Talking about him,
talking about you,
telling my friends about us
like your name is someone else's.
If you're listening
at this party,
I hope you
hear the times
I hold back
from cracking jokes
with you.
Or at least
notice when
my lines
aren't
landing
because I catch
your eye
and
my
frame
breaks.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
Yo, I don't feel okay
is that okay with you?
I'll back off, jack off, do what I have to do
to make sure this sleepy Sunday goes swell for you.
But your actions are like rug burns,
not hurting for long--but still hurting
I?
I twisted your arm?
You're not mad about that!
Are you?
You are?
Give me your skin so I can fold it!
Feeling your wrinkles under my calloused hands,
it won't hurt, I swear!
A lesson for you is what I bear.
I let this happen for one hundred years
until my pale flesh turned purple,
and my eyes blackened into squares as I saw Nyarlathotep slip out of your three tongues.
You begged for an apology I couldn't muster,
and in turn chafed your own foolish forgiveness in place of mine.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
The lungs of who you are betray the bones of what you've become.
I could keep you in my hands for as long as I can hold my breath,
but that feels too long.
You're trapped around the grave of the person you wanted to find in me.
I can't be her for you.
Even for one night.
I can't be here for you.
You know it's true that your hands are tied between two more.
I'm not with you anymore.
I got the last laugh now you deal with what comes.
You miss talking,
and my ears don't miss being talked to.
You wish this was different,
and I do to.
You still don't want change,
but my bones are broken, and through them I feel my lungs.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
Folded and torn, yet you still play with it.
There’s not much left in the hazy hue you haven’t crumpled to death.
Do you like the vibration of the grains under your fingertips?
I’m sure the overlapping lines must get in the way of that sensation,
but still you trace every ****** polygon as if you were the embodiment of the proverb “if it ain’t broke, why fix it?”
Throw me out.
What use am I to you?
I’m the origami rock you can’t bring yourself to toss with the moldy leftovers you never cared for--even before they were leftovers.
“Ain’t that just the way?” you say to an audience of a mirror,
hoping a prophet will descend to correct you if you turn out to be wrong.
You’re so stuck in your ways, folding your papers and crumpling each piece until it’s unrecognizable from its original state.
For a progressive you’re quite a pessimist,
but at least you still have paper to fold with its woody grain you trace with your thumbs.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
I commit crimes against my body to test for happiness.
A feeling that
I'm not sure
I know
how to
feel.
Yet
there's something
I love
about the way
it feels to
feel nothingness cling to my insides like pure, restless butterflies.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
The human condition is a disease that has spread so far and wide that those once considered monsters have become afflicted
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
The movement of your lips when you smile curses my dreams, and
I beg to forget the wrinkles that formed around your eyes from years of laughing too hard.
If only I could find the words for what you smell like other than fire and spice,
then maybe I could forget you someday like how I've forgotten others.
Though you're not like others, I have hope the thought of you will drift away like the fading scent of summer.
While we had our winter fun, it's time for allergies and pollen to clear my sinuses of your scent.
I fear the day your memories will leave me, but inside I rejoice at the possibility of being free.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
Take out all the keys in my house and what do you get?
A home that's full of locks and closed doors that you cannot open
It's a body that won't recompense the movements you've been making
So you stop your trying and start crying, what did you expect?
I won't open up for you, even if you want me to
I'll keep my front door locked and the back one too
This house is not for you
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC