why do they salt the outside
we eat the organs
and leave the shredded exo-
skelatals
underfoot and on the desk

"poetry is just words"
-evanwilson

Cake is just bread with a sweet flourish that makes it delicate and uncommon
painted beautifully, decorated to aesthetic design
produced in the same oven, created from same ingredients
to still stand separate from everyday usage
and survive bland reissue

I prefer one on special occasions

rather
a third interloper
that tears off polite visage
and hairspray bun
and gentleman's stance
to reveal red meat ******
carnage and fierce passion

*** is a friend that ruins the -
i thought i was going somewhere with this,
but all i want at the moment is
your hand behind my back
your caress of words

but i'll take
***

Would you scratch my scalp
twirl brown speckled fingers
twixt ever-lightening
locks, me myself and I
we fight over you
give us a taste
of what we've sweat over

if what i want is on this
decreasingly fertile rock,
possibility of my painful
atrophy, isolated,
dissolves
into shimmers
that make me kawaii
when i check doppelganger
in silver glass
because you
shattered dreams sprinkled
iridescent on bronze ivory

glitter blush for the creature
(in some other word or two,
you're my breaking point)

Could you please cease your
skinny white shining
crawling through my
REM with
mane ablaze in
sun-aura

Not because you aren't
a wonderful dream
but you make the waking side
of chaos and reality
into the old bruise
as i disinfect my
emote

The beams break barriers:
sound
skin
a note, trilling out
bleeds into the dust-dancers filtering through
rays of sun heating my leg
paleness brought to surface
like some
small, vulnerable creature
a careful animal
i wander uselessly through petitions
cancerous
but aside from this.
I could find myself returning
tearing away old skin to be young again
you make me want to be
a not-so-careful
Creature

(heart failing
limbs flailing
shall i be a
finless maid?
orginal thought
we were boats
i conquered this
ocean, and you
conquered me.
now i see this:
you are the
ocean in which
i would
much prefer
to lose my lungs'
functionality)

drown me