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Inqhawq May 2018
There's whole clouds of it, it rains in trickles and monsoons. Rivulets of potential across a hand on VHS, DVD, Blu-ray, streaming now! Roiling in your drying eyes, pouring through the dragnet. The whispering stacks bathe in the flood; their subjects' tributaries building an ever deeper ocean.
Inqhawq Jun 2016
Take these strains
Meld them into the new organism
Birth a violent howl across the skies

Anything more alien
Would be an ally
Something holding alone
Against the dead sky

How long?
Howl,
Howl on

Examine the patterns
Graph them over countless lifetimes
Find the answer to gods and men

Anything more alien
Could fracture the skies
Nothing folding into bone
Making ribs into why

How long?
Howl,
Howl on

Theres a spark in your lungs turning your words to fire, your dragon's breath in my veins. Ice remains, hardened against the heat, but nothing stops these aches and pains. Retroactive pollination, interactive sublimation, you're going to see me dry.

How long?
Howl,
Howl on.
Some ******* I spewed over music and bad *****
  Jan 2016 Inqhawq
SøułSurvivør
off the roof  
like
rain  
from  
the
gutters
eaves
filling    
with
blue  
berry
ink
i    
taste    
the    
sweetness
on
the
warm  
tongue
of    
pages
before    
they

blow

away            
with                  
my                            
                      
breath                                  
.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2016
Inqhawq Jan 2016
Love,

I don't know
If I want to lose
The ambition
That loneliness creates.

I'm so desperate
To be not alone
That I've begun work,
Real work
On building everything
I want.

But what for?

I want to
Share these wonders
That I make and see;
I want someone
To share something incredible
Right back at me.

I haven't been alone
Like this
For so long,
Not since I was first growing up.

Remember that?

When the first loves
Made it Oh so clear
That you had been
Missing out on
Something great,
Some kind of shared treasure?

You were addicted
To the discovery.

You spun a web
of adventures,
Seeking to capture
A spirit
Of similar wanderlust.

There were a grand
And storied few.

But I always faded
Inward,
Towards the less ambitious
And wholly, entirely
Too comfortable
Version of myself.

Whose failure was it?

Mine, probably always mine.
I chose so poorly
What to love in them
And what to be in me
And now,
Look at me.
Nothing's left
Except for...



...




... My ambitious need to build a palace for someone who may never arrive.


When they arrive,
Will I cease
All this work towards
Getting there?
Will I begin
To be lazy
Again?
Love.
  Jan 2016 Inqhawq
Lonnie Nichole
I skipped breakfast this morning.
My stomach is growling,
but I will not feed it.
There are ten fingers, two eyes, and one mouth that can satisfy this hunger.
There is only one form of starvation when you are near me.
I got busy on purpose and fasted you all week so that tonight I could ravish you.

Tip the teapot over my mug,
and spill your heart out into my hands.
I will keep the bits and pieces warm while you look for glue.
Stoicism.
I turned the heater up and put earmuffs on my head, because I am still undecided.
"I love you."
I think I love you too,
but I am not sure.

When my mug is empty,
fabric dances off of your skin and onto the carpet.
I am not sorry that you could not find the glue.
The floor likes your clothes a lot more than I do.
I ask to keep the earmuffs on and you only smile at me.
"I love you."
I choose to not hear it this time.
I am hungry, and I just want to be fed.
The Sensual Series
  Jan 2016 Inqhawq
Woody
She left me love notes
carved on the aspens

Writing was her passion
and her letters long lasting

leaving traces of jasmine in the air

Her family was Basque
and she wrote her notes in Euskara

I'd find them in the fall
and trace the xs with my fingers

Sometimes I'd linger
hoping to meet her

The daughter of a shepherd
who loved me.
Thanks all.  I appreciate the hearts and nice comments. 1/7/16
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