I have come from the stars
they smell of peppermint
like you
and the only words
that they exchange
are your name,
and your beauty

bare hands
masked heart
peppered bruises
from the start
wild hair
broken gaze
and a shattered heart
from an abandoned chase

wind beats on the glass
and it shatters my soul
to see in the rain
that with her, you are whole

among shaking,
dancing palm fronds
he pumps his veins
with curls of smoke
reclines in his throne
slowly, it's a science
gold in his fingers
and jungle snakes
and twitching beats
excite his bones

voice full
of mist sweat
and jungle sounds
arms warm
like leaves caving
around me
pulling me deeper
into the lush lull
of your breathing tides

He pushed me in a shopping cart
along the gum- stained pavement
rattling over cracks filled with small weeds heaving to grow
the sun is sinking into the still, black sea
but my heart is rising with the moon

felt like the sound
the sound of my head
smacking against the concrete

every inch of your skin
will be stained with my kisses
and burned by my tears

drooling, drooping eyes my
gaze pools languidly around you
soaked clothes hanging, translucent
warmed by the moonlight
and warm lips, cool breath
citrus and milk, hidden veneration
clotting acidulous and sweet
irises glazed like the wet glass
in the cathedral, heart against my ear
the soft tide, satiates me,
washes me away, like the pale light after the rain falls,
in the tide of his breathing
to smoky stillness
and heavy sleep

where i can be with you
created by our dancing
in a hungered dream

the ache parts
you come cold
as sleep and freezing kisses
still close
i have this every sometimes
filling me
suspiratio

we walk at night
beneath bright lights
drenched in dark sweat
and smoke falling from our lips
like reckless words
heels aching and black
we bow from the labors
of the day
and the heat
of the night

i love therefore i am

in a merciful rage
of warm tears and soft kisses
i love you
like cold ***
pouring over the fire

let's go surfing
gather the fading
remnants of our youth
there's a hurricane coming in
the grey waves are roused
pounded by the rain
the heron
with its white and jagged breast
and the three legged dog
laying in the dripping bushes
are calling you
to bear witness

you are love
set me on fire
you have haunted me
with your desire

more than anything
i want to study
the gentle intonation of your voice
the soft shapes
of your skin
the scents
and feeling of your hair
infallibly
i want to know you

skin as clean as the ocean
salt water in your blood
bones would settle sweetly
among the singing sands

she would shatter like
a blue tile
that adorns mother's kitchen
looking over the sea

we watch the whales come in at dawn
and as the dusk draws near
the sailboats heave in with nets
shaking heavy with the flashing fish

and brown, wrinkled fishermen
who cut fast into the ****** fish with their knives
slaves to the sea
and sons of the tides

cigarette mist
dripping fragrance
the hands stretch up
in the limelight
to catch the
razor blades of sound
thundering chords
tear through the nosebleeds
eyes closed in the darkness
music
let go
and dance while the band
sings your name

pressed her fingers against the surf
so the gentle waves would learn the grooves of her palm
like they knew the stretching white cliffs
that glowed in the starlight
where her naked toes
would defile the sandy flesh of the beaches
as she danced to
whispered music
crackling sea foam
and the thunder
miles and miles away

i blink the dry
air conditioning from my eyes
pretend the cheap
white table under my elbows
is a waxed surfboard
these fluorescent lights
the warm and burning sun
this popcorn ceiling
littered with wandering cello-tape
is the blue sky
that i can see through the window
naked, no clouds
the whirring of the printer
and these vexing voices
could be the waves
rolling into foam
my board grinding against the water
my feet touching the coral heads
i am stuck in a daydream
about the sea
when in the classroom

i
listened to 4 morant
on repeat
not
letting the xannies
hit the bottom
before i took some more
and facetimed
my friends
laughing
lets sneak out
graze our knees
on the griptape
of our new skateboards
and the tarmac
its 2 am
im coming
stand under the window
to my bedroom
second floor
laughing
and catch me
when i try to get down
ready?
im nervous
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-----------------------­----------            oh no

---------------
----                  i let go



-------------------         ****

SMACK                                               the worst pain i've ever felt


no this wasn't supposed to happen


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-----------                  ­           i landed on the tiles i feel broken


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my back hurts
somethings wrong
****
-                                                        blood everywhere
-
-
****
-
-                                  i thought i was a god
-
i broke it
-
-                                                           i can't feel my arm
-
my back's broken where are my friends
-                                                        ­                       they were never here
**** help help help
they can't hear me
-
-
mum? dad? they'll be so mad
-
-                                                         what do i do
what if i die
what if i never walk again
----

its blurry
call an ambulance
-----                        you're not supposed to move

WHY CAN'T THEY HEAR ME

engravement
depravement
don't roast my parents on a spit :)

she casts
the lasso up
to the snarling
skies and ensnare it
with the burning rope
it's back breaks in
the wind
like a torn sail

it tangles
in the lunar cavity
descends effervescent stars
like honey dripping
down a string
into hidden
alcoves of the golden
cathedral

here, my love
see my arms heave
the bruises
that adorn me
like the jewels of
an african king
i have brought you
the moon

in the drear sun
i had a headache
maybe it was the salt
from the surfing that day
so i sat in the shade
and watched nightingales
peck at the red
and rotting
sea grapes

he is as blue as the rising crescent
warm as the phantoms marine
and cold as the rain, dripping over
my cupids bow i am refreshed

he is
mine

hold me
orpheus with pale skin
atop the white cliffs
where the foaming waves break
and ghosts cry
beneath the torpid sea

hands, cheeks, chin, nose
pressed yellow against the
warm glass
the sun has no obstacles
but the effervescence
of the bubbling mirage
cast in the grass
near the reflection
of your blushing toes

i couldn't tell you where
but she was surfing on her own
salty water in her hair
and a ribcage full of stone

you were surfing on your own
salty water in your hair
and when you stood before the grey sky
I fell in love with how you care

to trust
to fall in love
without the distractions
of subtle signs
you want to leave
me behind

heavy lidded perfumes
drift lazily, tainted aromas
inhale the sweetest of the votives
here is the laden, blooming temple,
and here, spilling over,
like coins from the velvet pouch
of an african king,
pours her blossomed flowers
beneath rich draperies
and ebullient golden ornaments,
here is the fertile ground
of fervent worship, fevered,
of shadowed light through stained windows
and walls with no bareness nor chill
no indication of sparsity,
muffled in tapestry and a fine
tabula rasa of foreign carpet
hear the bustle of workers and priests
like pollinated honeybees in the sweat
splaying the bloodied guts
of a newborn lamb
a vermilion and cobalt expression
of mindless love and gory submission
in her rotting, humid temple
here, in the sacrificial dance,
will die

infant in the sea
paled by the raging white surf
his belly swells with foam, stretched
and his cobalt tongue lolls
like the short haired dogs
on the haitian coast
he has kissed the sands of the deep
with his vapid cheeks
salt encrusts his veins
still running wet
with neptune's tears
he
floats,
cold
beneath the waning of artemis
he is bearded by a mother's grief
who has lost her
infant in the sea

he drains me
the silt slipping away
beneath me as the torrents
of rain come crashing into
my sodden hair
blackened
with his downpour
i fade away

but every moment
he steals from beneath
my bleeding feet
he places
so kindly into my soul
and feeds it
like the farmer does
to the soil
blooming
in sweetened petrichor

your acrid absence
descends on me like flies to the ferment
fresh, fertile, and fevered gore
as the boiling blood as carthage was *****
and the pillage of gaea
at the primordial age
i pray
i yearn for
the subdued sufferings of atlas
or prometheus, for those smile
so plainly
against your acrid absence

the dying passerine
throws out her white cloak
into the placid wind and in
plaintive tone recounts
the primordial sufferings
of orpheus, for she was his
divine muse
she cries, finally
and so fades in
tendrils of sound
into the reddening dawn
blood spills on the blue tile of the sky
the eternal palindrome
of rebirth

about my lover
last night
that i shan’t share
become if i was
to disclose
the truth of her
beauty
the guilty would
throw themselves and converge
in their masses at her
holy feet
their sole redemption
and this truth
the only
precious truth of the heavens
is that i love her so

spread like disease
uttered beneath a breath
and every atom collected it
filling
and darted in a moment
to the trees
telling the secret
to the sky and it rained down
into the minds of men
and
made its way
to the masses
but
what's it
to you

take each word down
place them
precariously and scribble
force them into eyes and minds
all around you
these words
cannot be forgotten
or you will be
forgotten
and you will be lost
all meaning will be lost
at the sound
of the approaching
rain

douse the pits of your soul
with that sunburnt ***
and adjy the flame
with subtle spirits
lie to me dear
said you craved the cold
but i know you fell in love
with that fire
long ago

and now you'll never be hurt again

did you notice
the way my skin bunched like you were the cold
under your touch too hard
my flesh an anchor to solitude
how my eyes ached
my lips still quiver when i see you
you say my body wants you
but all of it wants to be alone