Stella told us she was bi.
I stared down at my oysters,
covered in parmesan,
taste like the ***** in Frenchtown.
With my silken tongue,
flicked another from its
shell, let the goo drip
down my lip, and run
up my wrist.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
She wants
she wants
she wants
she wants
she wants to know
why I'm spreading
my time
so thin,
why I'm spreading
my mind
so thin.
She wants to know
why I'm sinking
just to swim.
She can take a ride in my car.
She can take a side of my heart.
She can.
She wants to know
why my neck
is so thin,
she want to go
to Jupiter again.
She wants
she wants
she wants
she wants.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
I won't back out.
What do you want to do?
With a passion
for the fashions of a time passed,
I've forgotten how to analyze:
what makes me a *****
I've forgotten why
I'm sleeping alone-
I'm dreaming-
alone.
And my dreams
are but mine alone.
But...
I'll rig the smallest ship
and I'll challenge the stars
because the gods live too far away
to deliver me...
when your lips
are the sweetest figs
and I can't see
through the fox-bark mist.
I apologize,
is there any power,
any power behind this?
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
I'm bashful,
I'm broken-
hearted,
I'm born to do this-
die like this-
with every twist,
every flourish,
every blister-
are you burning, Amber?
Sore nose with a corkscrew in it-
the holes you bore-
I'm boring.
mundane-
remaining unnamed
because boys are all different yet none of them stay very long-
for the shame of it-
*hot shame, burning amber-
are you burning, Amber?* -
oh, if it wasn't for the shame of it!
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Dismissive and incredulous,
could something be so ridiculous?
Solitary, eight armed octopus.
I look at you with bulging eyes-
nothing stranger could exist.
I sulk back into the abyss.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
*When will I be able to live my life
without having to sleep through half of it?
Will my stomach
ever stop aching?
Why is my skin
crawling?
Which part
of my soul dies
when I check my gut,
stick a skewer through my brain,
pinch a nerve in my neck
until it pops;
what gets left behind
when I make a compromise?*
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
Lethargy
crept up on me
in the beginning,
in a slithering,
sordid sort
of way.
Retreating,
the opening,
the closing doors kept
repeating
themselves
and left me
depleted;
porous woodwork,
ashen, decrepit;
the walls that wept
dust mites
in the absence of
a keeper,
in the absence
of light.
What a wicked way,
what a thing to say
to a skeleton in his grave,
rattling sporadically,
stench of love decayed.
Gracefully laid down,
head full of gray clouds,
reserving respect
for all those dead sounds,
keeping kindness
for my pallid hounds.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
Feeling high on these trippy waves
could have guessed your bugging
eyes wouldn't stay the same.
dancing on the nerve endings,
the frequency shows itself,
strobes in and out phase.
In and out of phase,
feeling high on these trippy waves
be brave tonight,
and in your case,
be lighter than the page
your heart was written on.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
I can only rest when I have energy to unwind.
Sometimes there is no other answer,
sometimes there is no one to call,
and I cannot rest,
I cannot rest now.
You said you saw those seeds about to sprout,
you poured the water in
and then you poured it back out.
It was never about us.
There are things about me I don't even know.
watch me in my sleep,
get my lips moving slow.
In the darkness, you, the candle,
can see all of my shadows.
You hold my heart in your hands,
you hold my hands apart,
you hold my heart in your hands,
you hold my hands apart,
you hold my face in your hands,
you hold my heart in your hands-
my heavy hands apart!
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
Saddens me to find out there is no more madness to this method. The chaos has decayed, leaving traces of the bruise but the abscess dry and cracked, a hold for a hook sewn right in. A misconception, you are mistaken, this is what is most readily available while on vacation. Dehydration is an acceptable form of payment for the prowess slipping through your synapses, cornering and cutting off your sanity. Someone told me I could ride a star out of here, or that I could buy a car, and learn to ******* steer.
Her ribcage rendered the furniture redder, she snapped her fingers to the fourth man and said you were always a dream to me, no wonder you could be so mean to me. I said I read it in a history book, she looked at me like some Chinese light show, or a Russian disco, glass from a gutter that will grind against you through the night. Never knew her name, they called her by her birth date, hey there April 24th, 1988! With a heart that scars like a diamond, bangs against the table, her own head she cant handle.
She said my hometown hates me, it's my own time I'm wasting, I'm too lazy, and you, you haven't been around for me lately. I said I read it in a history book, and that I always thought you were better than me, smiling in a way that says sorry, she said it takes creativity.
Something I'm avoiding? By the very nature of it. Something in the structure of it, in a particular strand of DNA it is ingrained, running away. I said I read it in a history book. She laughed, didn't let me off, taking pleasure in my pain she leaned in and whispered, you don't remember mine, but I remember your name.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC