I hear you talk away from me.
Your short sighted breath for the wind to carry.
In the meantime my ears are filled
with the strokes of another’s gentle tongue.
You speak to her of similar things that you always say to me. Promises, impossible truths, of the boldness and strength you’d carry for me.
She melts for you unknowingly. She opens up and thinks your lovely, then collapses into you as a delicacy. You take her in, as you’d taken me, and in your arms she falls to prey.
Beating heart, frantically, I try to get away from you. And here he is, a better man, if only you could set me free. If I leave, will you let me?
Short sighted I contemplate, what have I done, and what’s left to come. I leave the good, to protect him from you and let your voice carry into me. Knowing full well it’s nothing but infectious gunk, it drips down my ears to my lungs. Serrated words meant to capture me, my lungs destroyed, I must tear them out. Barely alive, the way you like me. Filled with your poison and half myself, you want me to stay down right here.
You speak to her, and temporarily release me. My bones flood with relief and I collapse into sleep. Short sighted to engage with you. I run in my dreams and taste the fruit of free and lonely.
Jun 11, 2022
Jun 11, 2022 at 3:15 AM UTC
I found comradory in the street cats
They amused themselves by batting a clutter of objects discarded and
blown away by a huff of coarse air
they pounce distractedly after hours
away from the skew of ‘not name’ names given
by those who entice them out for affection during working hours
(whom, with distrustful eyes and elongated spines
they surveilled carefully, of course)
As I noticed the cats lingering outside and in my head
You noticed me
your huntress batting around at the strands of objects over her head
tumbling with the crumpled up receipts of memories
scratching up the snapshots of past times
fiercely engaged in technicolor yarns of tangled thoughts
You left your bowl out for the pantheress
scavenging the abandoned parking lot in her mind
and listened to her hiss transform into a mew
Now here at the end of all things that Future
whispered falsely into our ears
cat’s got our tongues and
all that’s uttered is
“One day you will find happiness...”
Goodbye Dean-o
From your stray cat, your girl, your mo-mo
I’m not meant for a leash and a bowl of milk, but it was nice to indulge for just a little while.
Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 12:22 AM UTC
I fought for you,
my sweet sky,
through your turbulence
as your own Amelia Earhart that you cast across your currents just to
pass the time
I floated through the patches of static
between breaths
even as my frame risked freezing over amidst the frigidity
with my last specks of warmth I cooed you to your next inhales
all the while knowing the wrath of your exhale was inevitably directed back
towards me
I see the forecast- it’s as clear as the air,
my dear deep blue,
you entertain thoughts of my plunge
amidst other travelers teetering across you at your horizon,
and as the vessel approaches
I have made my descent back
to the reality I buried
deep within the dirt
I’ll fight for you
but Baby Breeze,
I won’t fight over you
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 10:31 PM UTC
Enter me, lovely
I am only for you
gift your fingertips to my vulnerability
let it open
you to the touch of virtue
press your tongue against my tears
revel in my incandescent suffering
drool into me the elixir
of your broad shoulders and will
with me your idea reaches beauty
I’ll lick the iron from your collarbone and ****
the pain out through your lips
and give you the taste of a delicacy
trembling
underneath compulsive tenacity
beneath my skin, your idea can birth beauty
let my light
push you out of your partitions
and gift you sight
of your own highest image
I’ll hold tight to your beauty while you don’t want it
let me carry the scent of sacrifice
for you to bottle as desire
breathe in the novelty of righteousness while I
rest
I’ll become an homage of fragility
for you to destroy
only know
I’m taking my beauty and your will
with me when I leave
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 3:37 AM UTC
a series of negations
notated through angles
cascading, effervescent
in my life and wayward
my creation
an algorithmic error
personalized, recapitulated
almalgams of ones ones and zeros
looking back I see that sometimes
I would stitch together
turning melodies
from the sinews of the noise
I took from their bellies
but mainly, back then
I just drooled red into the clamor
-
a decade later I possess
striking imagery
my very own proverb
on visual omnipotence
but its tacky doesn’t oblige me
no more than the sheets of apathy
I peeled from my skin
I found a purpose that flows through my ears
and with it, happily I am
taken away
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
your gusto
ripping through my veins
'merican flags
trump supporters
platinum beer
fireworks flaring
fires visible atop seedy peeled-paint rvs
technicolor lights amped up on edgy recreational vehicles
4000 (BRIGHT BLUE), 6000 (BRIGHT GREEN), 750XR ON-AND-ON-AND
covered in dirt and filth
eating meat
sizzled atop
flames atop
charcoal bricks and lighter fluid
complimented by krafts brand
mac n cheese
i am apart of it
you know
your triumph burns sticky, out of my skin
guiltily i came into being
birthed inside anthracitic sediments and lighter fluid
scratching, writhing, biting
at the mercy
of a hyper-paint / subtle-death encrusted
reality
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
I was there
in a vision of permanence
enlivened entirely in the reflection of your geometric eyes, until
I witnessed you turn your hands into lines
I noticed as you ceased to blink
I marveled at its precision
I giggled at my ambit
I giggled at my dimensions
I marveled at my own precision
I removed my layer from your eyes
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
there are so
many beautiful mirrors in cosmic reality
i indulge myself tonight in speculating
on the play
between water here and
the whole universe above
it manifests itself in
an ongoing shimmer
that shifts
between the two
almost as if they are comrades absorbed
in good humor enjoying an
old
omnipresent joke that
the conscious world will never know about.
(and here i am, the third wheel....)
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
.
maybe i am dead
just like the stars reflecting into me
i look
so that i see those blinking redgreen lights
they are all mixed up with the cosmic web
and going fast
away from me
the only other place i would like to be
if not inside that distant traveler
is pressed down deep into the earth
by our holder
who remains relentless
in a constant flux
between
the mundanity of an endless expanse
and pushing those
mechanical things
down
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
.
amidst the black and blue of
this deviant twilight i see
the canyons on my hand are deep
next to the smoothness of your face
a series of spirals and peaks that
sway and beckon and beckon and sway
behind your hazel eye there is
a place void of Future
tucked deep underneath sluggish
innocent blinks, invoked
especially for me
and i sit here alone underneath it all in
a pile of blood and carbon
and i breathe them in
by myself
inevitable stains have grown right
where your mouth should be
like a long awaited drag or perhaps like
our religion
and the shaded peaks in a distant forest
call too loudly for me now
and it has me
and i feel both this entrance and an exit
consuming my chest and my toes and
it has me and i fear
it has me thinking
and i fear i am gone
i wanted to believe so badly
it would be you
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC