Let me slip into my
Queen.
Appetite,
Slumber,
Sloughs off of her
as easily as water.
She passes through, to
The other side of Fear
In her penetrability
She has no Peer
Shapeless threats of the night
Merely dampenings of light
Let me slip on my frigid
Queen.
Mortal fears free of her lease
Reign wild, at the very least
But before my Queen
They quiver, shrivel,
Into a sheen
Of ice, from sniffling drivel.
Her countenance a light deadpan,
Her governance, her birthright, tends
A sooty silence,
A dumb penance,
Mum.
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 9:01 AM UTC
Look, here I am
Reclined, legs akimbo,
Outwardly bulging to lordosis.
A pint of blueberries on my hips, form
A **** train through my lips
I had been honored by the Hoarding Board:
Primly donuts, princely Kinder,
Father Belvita, priggish pretzels.
They were folded
With teeth, into acid.
They're all memorialized, in thrall
Wrappers nested within wrappers
Yes. Here I am
Churning away
My heart pulsing lust
My fingers settling dust.
Your concerns in front of the mirrors
Of dressing rooms, of fitness-gymnasiums
Petty.
I'm above all that,
I ate all of that.
Pretty.
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 9:00 AM UTC
mumbles, jumbles, into the night
my baby phoenix stumbles into its plight
a better life was merely imagined
but my dove, my dear, bitterly determined
huddled witnesses
there! in the square
a drove of fireflies, watching
her rebirth in fire, laid bare.
her tuckered tail, dead-centered --
shaking off crimson pearls of lunar lunacy,
henceforth, bleeding on her own time, her own tenancy.
her talons look at us.
we look at fiery lips that lash and scorch her.
never more before his penetrating gaze,
as her wings form a column of blaze.
she soars, she screams:
but to nothing but scorn --
the square-goers think she is just forlorn.
my dove, my dear, for your ****** death --
I pray it greets not a dragon's breath.
Jun 4, 2023
Jun 4, 2023 at 10:34 AM UTC
A hallelujah for
classes with masks
I'm basking in
masked yawns,
masked frowns,
half-opened lips
dreaming of soda sips.
Jan 7, 2022
Jan 7, 2022 at 1:46 PM UTC
sitting here, with
elbows resting on each knee
chin resting on cupped palms
skull resting on clenched teeth
gaze restless on the page.
sitting here, without
interest, intent, or intensity
restive yet frozen
taking classes by the dozen.
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 1:42 PM UTC
My footfalls, they
Were the could-care-less slaps
Of a housewife’s plastic slippers
Upon her unyielding hardwood floors
When she unwillingly gets up from the sofa
To open the door
For her ugly husband.
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 6:48 AM UTC
The masked runner’s breath
Is already circumcised fivefold.
But he will never get over the humiliation
Of wearing right on his mouth
A diaper
Of saliva, stale air, and swears.
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 2:17 PM UTC
baby
give me some more
of that
baby—
lotion.
i want some more
of that
baby—
lotion.
you’re the best
i’ve ever had
you’re the best
baby—
lotion
i’ve ever rubbed on.
give me
every last drop
of yourself—
baby .
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 2:16 PM UTC
normally
I love
the sum of
the sun,
the summer.
every bleak winter day
I wait for the sun
to kiss me
again.
but today
her kiss
is unbearable
torching my eyes
blazing past my eyelids
radiating right through my core
extinguishing me from within.
every bleak second of today
I waited for the sun
to go
away.
all I wanted
was
some more shuttered seconds
some more blissful blackout
some more ducky dreams.
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 6:20 PM UTC
not even my favorite people
may seek their rest in peace,
when their tombs are encircled
by this endless,
mindless
bustle—
the bustle of an aimlessly industrious life
that is no better than death.
unmute the video
mute yourselves
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC