He walks with pavarotti in his vains and calls his daughter rock and roll.
His charm is the face of the restaurant.
In the kitchen two man are sweating above pastas and antipasti to feed their children tajine at home.
On the terrace there are girls trying not to drop any glasses because of the guy on table 204.
There's a guy behind the bar that was bad in his country, and now feels what is normal.
They speak of the boss as if he's always watching, though he's rarely ever there.
There are 10 different nationalities in there but when the chorus of a certain song plays they all sing that one word.
Bellisimo.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
You have to feel hot to melt transgression
Feel **** to see the accursed as ash
Felicity never came in a bottle
But in waves as loud as your confidence
Battering the shore line of shame drawn across your thighs
Colonize a new place, make your face say
Less, decide you want to change the world
Then change it
With your nails done, and your hair did
There isn't a better way to feel so…female, familiarly God
God, *****
Is synonymous with power for a reason
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
Write love letters to the bones you've starved
The skin plump with grief is an envelope
A messenger, a telephone wire to the moon so
Don’t stand startled when she calls you
I have taught her your name
It is on speed dial
It is painted on the walls of her womb
Every night she cradles you in the duvet of her city
Telephone in her hand the
Sour taste of rejection screaming, wishing
You’d answer the ******* phone
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
We met with goodbyes
Our future already a deflated hot air balloon
Hand in hand our hands always tied to our shoe laces
Static skin enveloped in braces
Running away was never a choice
It was a decision, there is
Something about breaking open your skin
Something about stupendously stepping over the mark where
The runway stops,
Something about the first step
That keeps me moving
Away away away from you
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 4:49 AM UTC
Sky flows furiously in the
Brightness beneath my eyelids
Dandelion juice seeps out a nostril
Eat me whole, wail
The Alps descend to my feet
Crevasses between toes
A paralysis, I am turning green
Gardens rock I sit limp as a leaf
Brightness beneath my eyelids
Pickle sour
Bitter breath
Cherries for teeth I scream
For order and find trees, trees
Choking on bark, brightness beneath my eyelids
I scream for order, a suspicious star enters
And leaves
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC
Ascension isn't possible
here
crucifixion only executes the ill
A barrenness cradles only absence
ickle infant obese in its murderous skin
******* its thumbs smell the
generations of sourness
a sliced lemon sits in her right eye
bitter bitter bitter
ascension isn't possible
here
crucifiction only executes the ill
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
I fell in love with your hands before I fell in love with you
And when I need a reason to stay your hands say
Stay
So I do, they are a Church for my prayers where
I kneel and evaporate into a
Blinding electric blankness
Everyday
Feels like a good day with you
Like a drowsy exhale making your head pirouette
I am floating in your vapour and
I haven’t known dizzying love of
This self- surrender type but
I surrender myself to you
A maverick martyr giving you blue bones and blue thoughts
Take my atomized promises
Awfully annihilating the brightness of your shrine
Take me in your hands , take me in your hands
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC