The mind cracks in half,
Spreads thick
Like egg yolks
On granite
Viscose
Slow
Moving
Enveloping
- Bursting -
Here fears,
here doubts
And there, there the yearnings
Eyes splinter -
Flutter like butterflies
In flight,
Greet dawn
And there - hunger strikes,
The eagerness
To feast on skin,
To lap at the salty brine
Of your humanness,
A need for thighs
Gripping
At my jaw line
The moon tucks herself away
Behind light,
And sky meets day
And I, Pavlov’s dog -
Salivating
Alone in bed
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 1:40 PM UTC
The lines have been written,
The poems
Etched into air,
The weight of body
Held
By the gravity of silence -
What remains
In the hollow
Of the uproot?
Where does
The dust of embers
Linger?
Will green flourish
Amongst
The scorching of land?
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 8:48 AM UTC
Our nada who art in nada,
Vivid in the minds
Of so called believers,
I've built this small life
Off the toil of these ragged hands
And the pain
Of a crooked spine
Yet I'm told
You're the one
To thank
Blessings
Blessings
But I've never asked
Blessings
Belittling this work I've done
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
i am beast,
hunter,
flesh starved
all men prey
all for prey
roll tongue around
taste sweat,
savor the oils,
sink teeth,
bite
spread thighs
wide wide wide
carve the hollow
sink in like home
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
WORK IN PROGRESS - FEEDBACK APPRECIATED!! ;)
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On nights when the moon
Sheds herself of pretense
She speaks,
Reaches in,
Spins out thoughts
Like yarn, unraveling
Shows me what I keep
What should never be spoken
Shows me what I dream
What should never be seen
And I can almost feel
The cool touch of metal,
The warm after- blaze
Against my temple,
Of a ****** barrel
Giving birth to a silencing roar -
Pushing through
Emptying mind,
Thoughts splattered,
An abstract on my walls,
The things I keep
Dripping
Crimson
In her light.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
in the middle of my days,
in the most random
mundane times,
i find myself
deep in thoughts of you
my mind,
a portrait
of us
my heart,
a garden
where i tend to our roots
i am cautious
not to
snip at the buds
just let them grow and grow
and
grow
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
i will never be
as great
as the greats
so i find solace
in their words
etch them in my bones
to know them
and i feign
artistry
for the sake
of ego
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
You offer up your lips,
Pour them over me,
Like libation,
And whisper
a silent prayer
Across mine,
And I
Bathe in their glory.
How honored I am
To know
The chapped, raw flesh -
Oh how blessed
To know their taste.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
III.
I'll dig back to you,
Reap you, snip the synapses,
Hollow out the soil.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC
II.
I will spend hours
Braiding all our tender roots
Into a tight noose.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC