The resurrection
ugliest shame
Written in the dark videos hidden on your phone

Do you know.... ?
Did you even think?

Normally covered Flesh now undulating like octopus limbs locked in water

“Without you, he could never ****.” You think.
He might see it if you’re not watchful of your desperate hatch.


Send it.
Send it.  

***** bigger at an angle.
Face smoother than before

*** for the future
For the thought of having a lifelong enemy
A L W A Y S
Too **** to touch
2 **** 2 touch

I’m an Opera singer
PLACED In an Iron Maiden
Singing in wails for my husband.
................................................................­.....
Each night a neon green eye passes it’s scanner on my unraveling body and says;

“Not yet”
                 “Not yet”

Hello dark.

The walls are wet
The cave is hidden
Legs cut through black water

Via rapid movement I reveal a face in the sand, a scar in the algorithm.

A body covers itself in lavender mist

Manly, soft and asleep, his eyes are emeralds buried by the salt of life.

The mans **** transforms into the fountain of lost dreams

Him
    He
       His phone is dead.
        Arms cool colored and heavy

A swimmers body.

The sand reappears around his face. The grains shape into a pair of headphones arched over his skull, like the sweeping architectural feats of those ancient cathedrals.

Lights of subway tunnels devour the faces of strangers  


Wet
   Glittering rock
The Nobel breast stroke
Head above water
   Feet kick past the abyss

Our naked bodies press against one another.  dancing to the glorious choir of nothingness

a ghost of west coast dreams  

He ***** himself to sleep every night
As he waits for future/past lovers
And dreams of ugly angels

A fisher boy sits on a dock
Crouched and humble he kisses his lure with a blasphemous sensuality
His back in the sun bakes like bread
As the mile long hands of light tenderly tan his hide

His hands reel me in from my endless pit
translucent strings of boy saliva and fishers thread, weaves beneath my flesh

I wish to be like him
Sleeveless
Sexless
And surrounded by wet

A hook reaches me, propelled by his eyes into mine

Who are you to catch me like this??
his finger in my mouth, shaped like a sickle

I want to go back in my home

Spaced between sky and clouds and their liquid counterpart

I look to the right and see nothing anymore
The left holds me not
A dog barks at nothing and so do I

                      * * *

I look back to the ground, to my own body and my own ***.

The fisher-boy now distant and unknowing casts his hook.
He does not look at me.

I call up my friend later, and send them a picture of a lake
And say with yearning in my heart

“Just look how big the water is”