I can hope
that the door I open
shuffles the words
I want to say
in the right order
at the precise velocity.
Somehow barely
pinching phrases
stretching and minimizing
rectangle ideas that will reflect the standoffish modesty of perfection.
Syllables fly fly fast and aren't heard.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
what am I
to carry these insides
that tread in the wrong places
I feel this
After the first wake
of devotion.
Any spark
burns bright then dims.
Each me
is the shadow
of one anothers
ascetic.
We still try
coagulating the unknown known,
and your close drippy beam
destroys me.
All ripe is rotten
actualization
through a feigned gaze.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Heart elevator--
Everytime I think I see--
your name it drops --
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
I tap parts of my body
so I don't feel you there anymore.
I can't decide which is more absurd.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
Slow burn from nightly daze
You aren't where I am.
Eye strain
with biting conviction
swallowed ambivalence
descends.
Do you still exist
as one, lost in the maze?
Your weight of wisdom
is vague and tangled here.
Tumult is the alarm clock.
You are the clock that strikes twelve.
Phrases like roadkill
An overdone face.
Do words fall out my mouth
like the teeth in my dreams
In the wakeful night
I'm never lifted
where the moon eludes me
in wavelets of despondency
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
Baby, you're so smart
Because you keep it simple.
But you've got locked-in syndrome
when it comes to drawin' lines.
Baby, you keep it simple
with darts as answers
with sweet nothings on Wednesdays
with no calls on Fridays
no more.
And you say you get mad
when I
"hypothesize"
which I thought was
"facing the facts"
You're so clever baby.
Baby, you keep it simple
by putting me on hold,
Just me and the dial tone
for days, weeks, months at a time.
Baby, you keep it simple
when we break up
but you keep squeezin'
i-miss-you's
here and there, like you had too many
nothings to spare.
Baby, you keep it simple
by keeping me on my toes
by not hearing my pillow woes
when I clutch the blankets at 2 am
on the dot every morning
to look for your name
to find blank screens.
Baby, you keep it simple.
So baby please, stop painting the roses red.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
There's a pocket of space
behind my ribs, where
I keep a box of your old things.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
I asked a stranger to pour me into the ocean
so shards of me could fall in the peacock blue.
You should put it in writing.
but Amy asks “But who ya writing for?”
My hair floats above my head
my body hovers
where succubi don’t put up with false pretenses
and neither do I.
And then I was ****** under.
While you were thinking I didn’t have a clue
With no voice in my head, I shot into the sky
to find myself as an emerald.
Where I observe, but don’t change.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
I keep a cool front ruin
With no trace of kisses that left resin.
My red bite meant to kiss you
But I fell through like a Rock
I breathe out ashes
from the retired dragon in the story books,
you know the ones made with overstocked pages of gold.
And so I'm told you're happy
By a picture. You happy,
I picture
Without second thoughts
Without me.
So maybe my grin isn't as curved
as the cartoon from the birthday card I sent you
Because that smile you wore made my stomach hurt
Even made my phone sick.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
Of concrete. Of scraped kissed knuckles
There again
infinitesimal ***** of flesh.
The bud, wrapped in a linen of ash.
Giving light, then withholding.
Like a mother’s feed, “pero cuidado de las chichis muy wanga”
Solo slabbing concrete
Without the creaks in the pavement
the city cannot breathe.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC