Sir/madam genderfluid, xe calls to me
****** heart bricked like a dead battery
news of fear hits xis soul
like an update from mom on your pornhub roll
we're all #1 now there's not much to dread
when good and God are everything including dead
Xe responds defensively to this misty accusation
a biracial silver tongue dry in xis mouth
shame brought to the soy-powered community,
Eye forgot, again, that unity isn't really unity
spoke the wrong hashviolence which proves xheir point -
off with its head & burn down the whole joint.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC
I met him at a work shop
he was beautiful because he made art
I liked watching him make these things[
he spray painted a big plastic skull gold
he spray painted me gold]
he didn't care where it got
I'd follow him anywhere
because he looked at me with his
piercing eyes and
because he'd hold my hand
and pull me somewhere
wild & new
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
somehow liars are always ugly
I don't know how the universe does this
but **** am I right
you may not notice
(the pointy beak, acne and cancer moles)
but if you really really focus
somehow I'm right
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
Venus sighs.
a camera on your own life
a camera in every room
following your daily routines
from dus(t) until Dawn
your apps have cameras
so you can update your day
like you update your software;
you update your Instagram
The noose tightens.
reality Game
no escape from the fly eggs
grubs in your routine
stitches on your day
you can’t look away or put it down
bombardment;
the reality game show re-union special
happens every time you look down
old reality recap episodes on loop in your head,
etc., etc.
Venus died
and you didn't even tweet about it.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
I like, can't even
So annoyed like
#bye
I want to die
but I haven't even tried coke
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
I watched his heart break
it dripped all over his shirt
a dark crimson swamp
I kept my distance.
I watched him fall to the ground
moving his hands across the ground (contact-searching, seemingly)
he had this look on his face of:
“where is it?”.
I thought
“I should help him”
But I knew no matter what
I’d never see those heart pieces.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
it's kin
da
like that]]
when
if I left
my earphones in
and forgot
and in the back-ground
some-thing's playin'
but
I've got
opened too many tabs
can't figure
find out where
it's coming from
to x out of it
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
you dream,
you hope
10w heartbreak, heart-hate,
death
you dream,
you hope
broken dreams,
night time poetry:
'time you dream.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
I closed my eyelids.
a unique space-time I've
created. A new world with I
and you,
and in it we're us;
pseudo pagans
adjust
in my multiverse of could-have-been's
wannabe's and forget-me-not's,
there's a million wormholes back thru
it's a glittering new world
where we're happy forever
(embalmed)
present-perfect continuity
we'll never need to question or worry
of it
because it'll be ours to [edit]
a spiritual instagram. sorry for the link.
I'm a believer.
our story is brick-bound & pyramidal
it's worthy of true realness
I'll never let that faith fade.
and all I have to do is stay asleep
seal myself, artery by nerve, in this bed.
eyes closed but moving underneath
(forever)
and here I'll lay; 1,000 years on
entirely petrified. a fossil of trust.
everything/everyone I had known - gone
forever.
fleshy eyes, solid as stone now. Blissfully
(always) unaware of their end. No matter the time,
my ( ) still eternally & happily
in dream.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC