uncomfortable in skin
repulsed by mirror images
fragmented, yellow face
white paste to hide the decay
slit the belly open
and watch everything
hang open

heavy lines intersecting
beneath the prisms of light
that flicker under
iris veins
the sound of rain,
god am i stuck on the sound of rain
slow long drizzle
dragging a limp body across the ground
snaking beneath apple orchards
man's first sin was my last breath
dilating pupils finger nails
itching the skin,
an addiction i was born into
he spilled the last
words of loss
coming to crack along the ground
plastic communities tiny boxes
and fissures in the family
chipped tooth, your grin
is beautiful

i'd like to get drunk
off of sweet nectarine
and make love to the sound of pattering
rooftop rain
reciting declarations written on
cafe napkins, bits of dreams birthed
from hazy afternoons
sunlight the kind that sends you into
a tantalizing dance, fleetwood mac humming
from the phono graph
a scratch along the window screen
from the neighborhood tabby
naked beneath your sweater
collecting lint
to be plucked,
absentmindedly away
as kisses collect
scorching the hands
that dared to pull
the crust of the earth

the universe splayed its
organs across
the horizon line
specks of morning light
and saturn's rings revolving about
your head,a halo of biblical importance
pretty when i'm high
just like she was when
her flowers blossomed for the first time
and he read the scripture backwards
so he could make love at breakfast
without a sullen jesus
staring down from the rafters

purple arms still roaming
the cracking streets
unscented
vomiting
the next heartbreak
into your porcelain sink
rinsing the probability
of understanding humanity
down the sewage system
filtering
commercialized affection

******  analyzing
inside airports
buzzing machines and people's throats
quite the same sound
if your ear really captures it.
destitute and frail
the ******* ******
with too much
abandon
churning out empty husks of men,
a glory between legs
everything else
feels irrelevant.
squeeze
the insanity from my lungs,
a surgical reconfiguration
i'm constantly re-inventing myself
and this time
i'm stuck
on you.

breathless bodies
churning into a wave,
your eyes not quite like meadows
but rolling
rolling ,,
fuzzy green horizon,
the sun smiling with a thoughtless
prayer.
battery acid dripping from your hair.
i like when your body
makes my body blue
a carpet of rust,
textured,
contrasting the forest floor.
maybe i would be a bee keeper,
folding all the boys
up into honey combs.
a hive of
uncertainty.
lonely hearts still beating
a bruised remorse.

i
am hands
a leaf that spans
the winter
hemisphere.
you
holding my body
cradled
like a fetus
you nurture
rag doll bones.
burning
vision no longer necessary.
i've known
your
face
without waking.

she ran her hands along the body of a tree
feeling the texture of the earth's soul
breathing
in soft echoes,
i held the light that spilled from their eyes
trying to store it away in jars,
or pockets
but it was too evasive to hold.
and she whispered
away into footsteps
kidnapped by twilight.

I rolled up
George Washington's green face
And ****** the world into my nostrils
Feeling the decay
Of lost cities
Run on sentences
Rotting inside
Scarred throats
A bus into the grimy city-
Tires screeching on the road paved in bones

Lillies bloomed from her irises
And her fingers sprouted minuscule green shoots
Climbing the earth like how I dreamed of climbing you
And nestling beneath the warm humming of your blood
A passage into a quiet meditation room
Spiritually feeling my arms inside crevices that I have yet to find
Yet to feast eyes.
Flowers bloom from feet, roots cascade into a woven basket where we both might lie

under a pale sun
i bathe in a golden mixture
a thoughtful paragraph
of old hands
speaking
with the wrinkles of lives told backwards.
the restless twitching of mouths
hinders the night's lullaby
and they lie with sleepless eyes
in their beds,
a catacomb of memories best left in the shadows

the quiet blue sky
broke under the weight
of a praying palm
my eyes were a glass
tipped over
water running down
the streets,
an erosion
of what was kept
buried beneath

I am a ghost limb
Fall foilage
Turning into winter's dead heart
An empty gaze
With a bus stop full of people
Silent but speaking
With numb tongues.
And your voice is the only
Thing that's alive

your ****** body hangs
a flower to be plucked
your ****** body
is a door that you can open up

daughters slitting their wrists
in the bathroom sinks
the call goes straight to voicemail
a scratchy dial tone
of weeping.
hedges trimmed and the house
smelling of fresh paint
the boy in the closet
drips his head
feet hanging inches from the ground.
as long as the neighbors
don't miss their tea time
there's no harm in
a bump in the night.

i crawled inside a bleeding womb
feeling the walls dying around me
a fever
in my chest.
numbed legs
my pants unzipped
gaping open for the next one
to pull a piece of me
apart

icelandic glaciers
forming fingertips, a cold caress
felt in the heat of summer.
diseased plants
spitting oxygen through decaying lungs an atmosphere of ash
flesh boiling over.
an unopened letter and your sightless eyes
a hanging
shadow

body
is an ecosystem
of nebulas
between my legs
a blooming
garden
ravaged by
apocalyptic hands
red forests
bleeding trees
fill the voids
with a looping of deaths.
rebirth and creation.
a body
felt
in every crevice;
a blanket
heaving
with breath.

skin cells tainted by your
touch of rust
your plague
a gaping wound
bleeding out
within my throat
a gasp
a silence
.
i wake up.
you are gone
and my flesh is pink
clean

red horses
swim across the green meadow
sinking like a mermaid's tail
and the yellow laugh
of your eyes
call from a chimney
smoking in early
novemeber

smoking a cigarette
orange
yellow light beckons me
from a treetop in winter
and the pines fill my nostrils
with an African presence
the sunburn
molten and bubbling.
finding something
smoldering
in this gray
landscape,
was like when the blue heart of
haley's comet ripped down
and stole your
presence
from the sky

i am ice
your eyes
flickering
between globes of
unchartered
light
thaw
my
inner
blizzard.
but you do not know.
and i hope one day
you do.

the craters of the moon
carve out a fiercely
illuminated face
cheekbones of
rouge and twinkling eyes
beckoning between
the rose bushes
and the purple ivy
climbing up the rooftops
to reach over gothic spirals
an undoing of night.
the red burn of craze
quickens the twitching
of a pestilent ache
within the knuckles
to crack and spill out the silence of
the world
within them

the ******* city is lit up
like the headlights
of a single vehicle
transitioning into yellow
illuminated mist
in the dim shadows
of the parking lot
a concrete
interconnecting
web of cracks
and
cigarette butts.
my eyes droop pink
into a breath of suffocation
pillow over mouth
face a mask of
idolistic worship
religions ******* tight
passed to holy hands waiting for an offering
that stings and burns the skin
i looked through my eyelashes
wishing to taste
your sin

i cant split apart these organs
i'll keep the pulses
muffled inside.
cut the circulation
to this sensory layer
of existential
skin
and i'll feel with fire
instead of
blood.
body
instead of
mind.
fingers instead
of souls

im a part of that
drug cult
classic
wine and dine
*** on the first date
*** for the first time
evaporated belief
at this point in my life
i see things differently
than through the eyes of my mother
and i don't know how
this should feel.
holding back or holding in
foreign concepts,
liberal party platform stands.
sorry but i didn't vote

under a purple night
the moon a pale freckled face
laughing at me
through frosted
windows

it was an empty
gray day
footsteps
from a ghost
scaling
the layers of my flesh.
birthed from sadness
drowning inside
a mouth
swollen with
hollow words

pixilating membranes
mucus dripping from mushroom caps
mapped out your skin
because your flesh
was like a scab
i tore off.

giants sleeping in october
our bodies frayed like scarecrows.
there is a glowing face
amongst the darkness

the forest
is a chorus of mystical *******
an ancient magic
pulsating with
the wisdom of being
deeply rooted.
gray and green and blue
melding into
the only home
i can really ever
go to.

head split apart
erupting galaxies
cheshire smiles
hanging within
a bubbling atmosphere
too bent and deformed
to house life
but dead beating hearts.
stuck inside a beehive
with stinging ringing
rubbed raw skin.
a yellow
fever
running rampant.

Soft glowing
Lights
Hang from emptied corridors
And the night melts into

An


Outer space
Dripping pinpoints of light

the room is shrouded in blue
and your beautiful
naked
form
glides over to the window,
a cigarette
between two
fingers.
moonlight
drips from you
in delicate
silver pearls
and the cigarette glows orange
reminding me of nights in the city.
i watch you with pale eyes,
sleek with skin like honey.
i want to crawl inside the glowing
embers of the tobacco
so that this
heat will
flicker and burn
long after
we are
gone.

sugar coated candy eyes
a smile dripping with wine
the pale girl so wan,
waxing like a moon
she held her pretty head
with a dainty gloved hand
and the stars twinkle beneath
her.
i'd like to ride into town,
smoking spices
filling my dreams with
holly wreaths
hoping on pennies
that you will be waiting
at the station
with a little umbrella
arching over
your secret
stare
and i will be glad
that it isn't
raining.

the slit in the curtain
spills out
unhinged light
it's icy and it splatters
across the darkness
like a reflection from a pool.
interrupting
sad eyes and eager hands
holding blades that
shriek in silence.
the cold, unsaturated
light
awakens reality
and quiets shameful
thoughts.
only when the birds sing at night
do we understand
the price it costs
to take one's
own
life

i ate my own heart
so i wouldnt feel
and now i have an appetite
for beating pulses.
no guilt
no remorse.
i'll feed on your organs
until you are a
deflated
and
sad
little boy

i am beveled glass
without a setting
ragged edges
and no beginning

sad sad empty
broken
cracked
decaying
your heart
your fingers claw
for a
morsel
of my flesh.

i ran away away
from the big bad wolf
but you huff
and you huff
and puff
...
and
i am still running away

the sky looked
like layers of birthday cake
and my eyes were swimming in a
sunlit haze
autumn golds
all melding together-
sepia toned-
dreaming of dancing lips
and coffee shop bookstores
where hearts will beat in mocha lattes.
and yes;
this is happiness

the moon hung like
a bulb in the sky
the windows were broken in,
gaping holes in the buildings,
hollow eyes
no longer weeping.
the air was gritty
and we stood huddled sharing a
smoke.
a man nearby waved about and screamed
tormented by demons
that nobody could see-
just a frothing mouth
reeking of *****
and i felt sad
thinking of
fragility

i found a love
within myself
that i didn't know was there
but it was filling up like a pool
collecting rainwater
for the droughts to come
and when my throat  was dry
i didnt plead for a sip
from your veins, a tangled web,
but instead
i swam inside my stomach
curling fingers around
dancing seaweed
finding all that i needed
existed
between the tiny pulses
growing louder
with each realized
moment.

winter looms on translucent skin
my heart still cries out
for your blue eyes
a whirling
thundering
sea
but i know that once love is lost
and the glass has been cut
hands are better
left drooping
and emptied

i carved my heart out
of lapis lazuli
because i thought
it would be pretty.
but prettiness fades
like the warmth of youth
from a school girl's cheeks
and my heart has shattered
a thousand times over
that i
am so tired
of rebuilding

my throat is twisted up
jumbled and knotted
like the roots of an old oak.
your words bleed through
my pores
and i can feel them
trickling down my skin
until i am
covered
in
crimson

50
missed calls
all in
a
line
51...52..53..
wait there's more.

a norwegian summer
frothy bangs falling over soulless eyes
windows empty of rolling country scenes
and the smoke stacks billow over
my heart in a blue smudge.
if i could love again, maybe it would be you
but my insides are a midnight sky
absent of stars, a total lunar eclipse.
i remember his tongue
delivering ****** lashings
to my psyche
and the curtains hang with a depressed posture
transporting me back to his heavy room
he liked to chase the light out,
and open my body apart
my head reeks of bathtubs, swollen wrists,
throbbing words of hate.
i'll wrap these things up,
shoving them down into my shoes
when i'm with you.
but you're holding hands with
a skeleton
and i don't think
these bones will
cease their aching.

oil leaks
purple and blue
curving through the cobblestone streets
a loquacious city
punk kids with bruised knuckles
and art made out of broken glass
we walk with an elegant gait
parading the scuffs on our boots
and our cigarette filled lungs
collecting pennies as
the sun dips down
a candy red apple
sweeter when
the day
is
done

i wear the scars on my wrist
like a painter glorifies
the acrylic under his nails.
both are quiet masterpieces
that gain
more
appreciation through
time