my roman nose did not
fit the cupboard womb
as I stared at
the silhouette
of a ketchup stain on
a breakfast table
raw burger meat,
ripe debutantes
all bathed in
glycerin and
self-destruction
waiting for teeth
or the occasional knife
I pressed
against
the greasy
diner table
arms crossed
to hide my face behind
a promise to be
waiting for it
open mouthed
and mute
chiaroscuro, blind
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
I used to lay naked on the sand
pale body in stark contrast
To the dark soil
Right sided waves
Swiftly hit my raw intestine
Needle-pain against my
Life-sized scar
I used to drown in man-made puddles
Filled with the purple shades of a subtle tear
i found comfort in holding back the ocean
in swallowing,in blistering
(iodine, kidney, osmosis)
I drowned overflowed.
Now the sun
Keeps falling over me,
Laughing over me,
And the moon has left
My sleep tired eyes
(Oh right now) how i'd love
To simply burn.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 4:03 AM UTC
mud-
stuck in the sole-ridges.
burning sun in amber petrichor
you suddenly feel infinite
skipping, humming
****** puddle,suicide note)
and then a body underneath you
in plasma, in blister, in blood.
never let me drown
(you keep me burning on)
i´m mud
subtly stuck in
rubber bridges.
started singing with the kids in park
but that swore i could hear them screaming
Oh God, Oh God
These footsteps break my silence
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
A crack in the plastic cup
I run my fingers through
A Thumb-full of little cuts
I run my fingers through
worn-out bandaids
Can hardly contain it
Little reddish stains on
The white cotton fabric
For best results,
apply the bandage
to clean, dry, skin
(the cup was full of water)
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
I'm a shameless liar
Thoughts
lost in translation
(Softly)
consumed by the fire
Trying to see through the haze
exhaling is dire
I cannot seem to find
My Telephone wire
So sorry if I seem quiet tonight,
the trembling in my voice
Shaking lips and broken words
Are worth the itching in my tongue
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
Crisp leaves fall down her spine
Shedding the youthful look
Of her once
Tangerine-tainted shine
Her body shreds but trunk keeps growing
Her hungry hands, unwilled, unknowing
look for the tang, the sweetness
She once held between her thighs
Amidst the cruel winter
Thoughts invaded her spine
But she grew and grew till she
Outgrew her mind
What a wonderful thing
Time.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
The sun was dawning on her shoulders
but her spine, worn
did not feel the burn
Her tears dripped into the
sink
into the sponge
and the soap (lemongrass)
burned bruised hands
with the sting of lost hope
But Maria was a wish
amid a crowd of stars
and those blissful days of
yore
beyond the shore
Were not as far
And after thinking for a while
she nodded with a smile
and the sun faded away
but she felt warm inside
her house.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
looking out through rose-tainted windows
and peach-skin dreams.
the world around you
(you´re such a good boy)
is such a new thing
and you haven´t got the time
(it´s time to leave the playground now)
to waste on all these simple things
like figurines on icy roller rinks
or wet flamingos in bright pinks
shining like the stars that
drink
the darkness out of the night
the world around you
fairly new
might seem too small
for all your dreams to
bottle
(you can be anything)
and it is
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
For my best friend, Naomi
like yellow flowers
on faded dreams
you came to me
gently,
with the soothing voice
of a sweaty spring
thank you, old friend
for being able to be
dark enough to see
the hidden light
in me
i will not go into the times we shared
asphyxia and summer air
juxtaposed to form
an inseparable pair
who am I, old friend
when the ship´s horn blares
if you made me who I am
(if you made me scarce)
like yellow flowers
on faded dreams
you left me
softly, without
any warning of
the lack of color
(there would be)
without your splendor
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
the proud moments of greatness
seem much louder than
the strenuous, arduous
f
a
l
l
But it is then
when our bodies collapse
and the crowd no longer claps
that the brevity of stars is felt
and the call of the siren is heard
rising from the depths of our humanity
( it is only then we learn
that no being deserves disregard
nor should be made a deity
for failing is part of the duality
that comes with the mortal experience)
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC