i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
heavy
as a wall
between you and me
the ones who are most alive
seem the most still
behind the milky way
a shadow dances
our gaze climbs toward the stars
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 12:12 AM UTC
bleached
beneath
a 10 kilowatt
moon
anticipating
geometry
the smell
of soap
that same
instant
calling into
question
bisexuality
without flesh
or
the vibration
of blood
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
Young star hold your fire
You need light to chase
space and time.
You’re celestial symmetry
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC
Reading Journal #1
Rummage a book
I’m done bulldozing
about how much I
kaleidoscope textbooks.
Pick up Exodia and
obliterate me to the
shadow-realm
(Get to point? Ok.)
Reading Journal #2
Syllables
Gibberish.
Lectures
Syllables.
ZzZz
Gibberish.
9/5 work
Reading Journal #3
I’m scrabbling syllables to
strut them like drag queens
I’m bored out of vulture-brains.
I got gigolo-fingers
I rummage up a ********
like college porn-stars.
Reading Journal #4
****
****
Lectures
College.
****
??
Newton.
Reading Journal #4
Do you read Britannica Dictionaries,
an alligator of an FAQ?
It Einsteins verbiages like ****
man and s u c k s
I’ll add abbreviations the next time
I scribble average joe mean-girls-esque
diaries.
Reading Journal #5
…Awkward,
I don’t remember writing
this Morse code doggynote.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
Mamacita
Coke-bottle figures are motivation
to get close to you.
I arrive to Spain clinging Molotov
Cocktails
(it’s not Spanish but least it’ll do)
to see blossoming tulip dresses
I bend kneecaps to Barcelona, Medellin,
Buenos Aires, Santiago, Puerto Rico
Mexico City, Madrid to get
a sense of your flower-nightlife
Swallow Iquitos, hills of white
rice fields.
Conquistador I bachata-bachata
love you gyrating exoskeletons to
Reggeton
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
If I left notes in Sphinx drawers
Crimson leaves whirl to earth.
People shisha-puff barrels of oil
in the air
Skies tumble nimbostratusclouds.
Apocalypses apocalypse while
Broadway & Wall Street chuck
**** ******** flags
Slide them in Alabaster wardrobe
crevices.
Kaleidoscope paper.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
Senorita, nosedive in membranes
Seizure piano jazz fingers.
Lurch closer, I shimmy towards
you like Enrique Iglesias Technicolor
films
Centipedefeet tip-toeing beneath
pounding disco strobe lights.
Oscillations, Mac-arena side-leaps,
leviathan sidesteps to paradise
Glints of moonlight in her eyes
winking at me
She clicks her foot on earth
with Ye-ye-ye’s gyrating.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
I scribble about planets strewing from the face
They’re hip-hop graffiti or spiting images of
exo-lifeforms.
Abstract wavelengths circling from heads
canvasing an earth unlike what i’ve
kaleidoscope before
You’ve s e e n it.
The face
The endless kamikaze from exoplanets
swaddling behind bulging eyeballs.
of supernova’s and B-72 solar systems
My birdbrain.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
I show no mercy for the weak
They’re shattered branches caught
in small maelstroms in the air.
I show no remorse for bonebrittles
They cover skulls with mummy bandages
throwing them into creaking galleon beds.
With breeding wantons from cauldrons
and crinolines strewing quicksilver bars
of metal
I synapse ***** in shock of their
existence.
They seem to be invisible wraiths
disguised as Presbyterian halo’s in
the brain
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC