detach, i think,
remove yourself.
(the heat of my body slowly melts
the snow beneath my back and legs)
be rational, think logically.
breathe deep the cold air,
and let the chill quiet you.
you’re just a mechanical system,
says the ice,
She’s just a machine.
yet the snow underneath continues to melt,
and I continue to love her.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 1:51 AM UTC
wisps of water swirl,
clouding and freezing:
they flow between the links,
coating the steel with a crystalline
coat.
lips chap: cracked and dry.
i lick them,
coating them with moisture,
filling in the cracks
and splits;
only to be stolen
by the wind:
thrown to
the fence.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 8:53 PM UTC
[you the drug] murmurs to my lips.
the visions pound: a deep
bass [pushing and pulling]
shooting up:
the memory, passion, a high,
the feelings,
(and touches, lingering
slipping into empty
wisps of air)
uncontained, unrestrained,
ticktocktick: [we the clock] that
doesn’t sleep, doesn’t slow,
doesn’t forget.
(being itself a point of reference,
uncontrolled unrelenting time,
being a point of origin,
weighing me down in
the churning waves
in the pounding bass)
[we the clock] that loses me,
that consumes me,
that (being itself a reference)
is unreadable and blindingly
invisible
[clutching sand].
The [ticks of memory] bring
tremors:
the bass pulsing nodes
into my skin, (pushing me into
the drug,
drowning me in the frenzied,
methodical
ticktockticktickticktick of the clock.)
[me the ****** longing and desire]
I cling to [we the clock], love every second
minute, hour. The echoes of the
thrashing
movement of empty time
in the ticktock tears [me]
(kicking and screaming, locked in my head
behind a wall of miles, distance seeping
through the cracks.) from the visions
from [you the drug],
from the bass,
the addictive additive
to living:
You.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 5:25 PM UTC