glasses with flowers curled on the sides
a hot LA summer, VCRs stacked high
brings me, according to you
to the sweltering shelter of memories lost
tuck a woman on her side and give away her liberty
she bit you, she's long bitten me
she sobs as you drive, have you ever heard a more terrible sound?
a mother lost, broken over the knee by her mind
call me
see how angry I am
left to roll, sticking talcum in between bumps of fat
while age makes me reckless and strong
try and tell me how I am
if you're gone.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
smothered in a snowbank
breathing in the absence of sound
I'm caught in the grooves of ice, spinning my wheels
a hand dealt by cars and too little salt
if I hold out my hand, I can't feel my fingers
puffy and frozen
an extended hand, out on a limb
brown and barren
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
drink me up, me
maybe then you'll feel sober
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC
i rub my feet to think
^a criticism he had
you small smell
tell me how i once knew you?
and then tell me why i once bent my body around you
to repair a doomed and deeper well
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
delight:
a secret in your pocket
of liking something you can't help to like
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
tucked between the stars and the skyline
I only get to pick one
the inevitable loneliness of
a) of watching a galaxy in all its splendor
b) watching everyone else at night
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
my grandfather has thin skin
he says
after I watched him buckle after a bunch in texture on the floor
a wire
a corner
a buckle in the universe
where man falters where he is confident to walk
and I watch the blood in a ****** mary leak into the corners of a white leather couch
a drink, spicy and cold
less orange than the purple that swells under his skin
and redder than the faded napkin I wrap around the icepack
he has eyes browner than my brothers
less brooding, more soft with an illustration,
a knowledge of all his children's lives
and I wonder, a tight cliched anxiety in my chest
would I ever be so lucky
to worry
about all my successful children?
or would it ever keep me up
to wonder
if they were happy
or after everything, all the gravel and grit
or after everything, in their lungs, in their brains, in their skin,
smoothing right, all their rigors
humming under their hearth of hearts
if I would just go to bed,
happy they would be okay
or
happy there wasn't a buckle in the universe
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
glass bubbles in saliva
thoughts putter on a bedroom floor
sweatshirts left on somewhere better,
and I want less of wanting more
clinking teeth and unmet gaze
staring l-shapes from feet to toes
the empty town is a soundless maze
and with all of you, the sounds impose
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 3:11 AM UTC
Someone said that having secrets was like holding an invisible box close to your chest. Nobody can get close and they can't see why.
It's in the ******* way.
I overturned my box, papers all tumbling out--you could've picked up any one and asked a question.
You said nothing, upturning like a fish. Belly-up boy.
I picked softly at your lip, finding a tattoo on the inside of your lip.
It says ***** but it might as well have said "YOU'RE STUPID" to me.
I tried to pull any information I could about it out of you.
I got nothing, like *** from a stone.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
Velvet pants that force hands up
bitten necks allow repairing enzymes supreme;
hard hips felt under broken nails
while twisting ******* never felt so serene.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC