Oh my
how they flap and slither
shades of shades of
ghastly crassness

Haven't harnessed
their atoms' fickle spins
spilling, instead,
through the strong and wise and deserving
befouling their blood

Gulping and gaping their own small slice of evil
while we will guard ours
in cages of guilt and fantasy

Spill then
spill slickly,
sick, stupid spectres
You strengthen my bars
beyond imagining

(she was there and everywhere,

the sun peaking through the clouds,
and salty beach waves at noon time.

warm beer and burnt cigarettes,
red wine at breakfast.

the smell of new comic books,
and ink splattered on the table top.

watercolors and ripped paper,
shades and hues—weaving, fading.

all at once and gone again)

a
boy

a
girl

a
friend

a
wkward

a
ffection

a
ccord

a
relatio­nship

a
rguments

a
split

a
boy

a
lone

I want to rip my skin off
               And crawl into someone else's.

Lover of darkness
Queen of the cool breezes
The seas of light expires
And set me free
Winds washing
Like clichés
Over me
Ideas sprouting
In the subconscious
Under the stars
Where sleep comes
Somewhat naturally
Naturally I rebel
And keep to myself
Freest of all
King of the shadows

my mother keeps telling me
i need to go to bed earlier,
i need to get more sleep,
i have bags under my eyes,
but she doesn't understand that
im not tired, im just in love.