with some subtle illumination
i fell in love
with your blue,
raging, roaring, raw
under your skin
ravishing your soul
you didn't have an aura
you had an atmosphere
stirring the air around you
into hurricanes

and the freckle under your right eye
i fell in love with that too

to fill my thoughts with august
so the sunlight and fireflies
can drip like honey
brim, spill over-
to the hidden, dark places
of my soul
and they only become
sunburnt
and wither
too much love, they retreat

is this the path to insanity?
is this the path to enlightenment?
do either exist?
is there any difference?

creator's close
and open, blossoming
each petal chose
enclosed
a glistening cathedral expose
the red repose
i dream of the rose

i would cry you a song
through my loose voice
and broken tone
but i cannot sing
so with a rather unromantic keyboard
stained with ink and post-it glue
i type my feeble poems
to embark along the lonely universe
unheard by caring ears
emotionless fonts
and indifferent words

why do you scare me so much?

you would be so violent
so hot and bright
that the gum
would boil on the pavements

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

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

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

for the moment
i will start singing
in the shower
again

and your oblivion kills me
i want to tell you
like an artist beats sound into a drum
i want to brand it into your face with searing gold
i want to scream it so loud i shatter before your feet

i love you
i love you
i love you

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

is the enemy of progress

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

like aromatic plums in the plum tree
i will ripen and sink into the earth
and while bugs run over my skin
and i bleed a deep bruised purple and
fade into the soil my fragrance forgotten
you will laugh from the branches still
infinitely green

you feel like a coin on my lips
if I open my mouth to speak
you’ll fall in and I’ll choke

perhaps you love them to be kissed

but they are my lips

maybe I’ll learn to swallow the coin
and stop swallowing my words

runs in my veins
a dark moss
covering my eyes
with sinews and green
holds me in a chokehold
to blankets
and the floor
pulls tears from my eyes
restrains me
"they didn't want to hang out with you anyways"

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

to have something to look forward to
because our aspirations,
however small (I want to watch TV later)
are our guides

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

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

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

long hair in my drivers seat
he has it dark and in a ponytail
smoke curves over his lips
it follows my gaze
his tobacco-chewed lips
and a spot of blood
punctuate the drum-filled silence

you taught me what it means
to be human

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

lies in raving lips
and peerless eyes
In the very temple of delight
delirium takes her prize
hysteria kissing her foaming teeth
psychosis fills her sighs
asinity nestles deep
from warmth between her thighs
and leaving her is lucidness
filling final sounds with lies

would you drink that Lethe water my dear?
If I was to place it in a crystal vessel
adorn it with diamonds brighter than your eyes

Would you let her serene whispers into your tumultuous mind?
to ease your psyche and cleanse you?

she tastes like flowers grown upon the highest cloud
honey to the palate
does that tempt you my dear?

She is not styx nor cocytus
she is a scintillating blue
you will die, I admit
but she’ll borne you anew

clattering in the kitchen
cutlery clinks as fingers angrily arrange them
knives and forks
her voice more pointed
ranting to father
just loud enough that the words slip through the cracked
bedroom door that i'm not allowed to close.
mother.
**** talking me again

sand grazed my toes
as you came close and hotter than the sunset
and under the moons disguise
took me in a kiss
sweeter than your gin stained breath
and looked at me
with those grizzly bear eyes
and held my gaze

Lives in the poems in the margins
of dogeared second hand books
Her hair curls in the volute of the s
she inscribed eloquently
in the hair-lined second hand paper
in black ink
smudged by her finger
or a tear

she watches me through the screen
of an old crime movie
on a rainy day
her whispers are the spaces in between the words
the gunshots couldn’t say


She kisses me whenever I see the moon
for her bones twist like Diana
leading the nymphs in a dance through the woods
resplendent and divine


I will meet her between dreams
when it feels there is water in your mind
but she will be forgotten by the morning
lethes kisses made me blind
no matter what our distance
of her god will remind.
our souls are intertwined

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

When I saw you on the beach
chest puffed and shoulders wide
like a soldier, booming
and fighting off the tide
I was screaming with a vigour
I need you by my side
salt stained and blue eyed

beneath cross crossing black roots
they descend
our nutrients their sustenance
our bodies back to the earth
ashes to ashes

we sank slowly
first in a white dress
blowing the dew stained daisies
and then
the ground got greedy
and ate us whole

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

i have been given flowers
a tabula rasa of red and pink and green
and i have held them to my heart and smiled
but i have never been in love

i have endured champagne drizzled kisses
dancing in the blue night with you
with nothing but the smell
of you, sweat, and petrichor
but i have never been in love

i have cried at your distance
my skin so cold and bare
no number of sheets could warm me
yearning for your touch
but i have never been in love

and you have done the same
so why does your heart swell for me
like a broken wave
while mine lies silent
on some distant beach
i have never been in love

fishing wire twined and strangling
his dark fingers
catch the silver bullet of the sea
old stranger wearing white
casting his line and as
he reels it in bows like a wide
sail in the blunt storm
catch the silver bullet of the sea

we were gum toothed kids
popping stones onto trickling tarmac
black and boiling tar

and kissing our nail beds
and biting our tongues
pure puckered flesh and blistering blood

hoarse from our philanthropic noise
antagonists
flashing shouts and rolling loud

my dear lonesome wildfire
with a soul of salt and thunder
eat this youth alive

or
whats left of it
is gathered
into a thin stack
of failed
polaroids

bitten nails
and numb hands
caress my own throat
i cannot breathe
through my screaming heart

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

Biting the skin of your nails until they bleed
And pulling out your eyelashes
until your eyelids bruise
and washing your hands until they crack
and failing, should anything be below 100%

can't i just be good enough?
because good is none of these things.

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

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

the smell of cigarettes
can be gone with a shower
some of my whitening toothpaste
gone forever

tattoos, they have permanence
that an electric laser
can etch away with ease

how to do I rid myself of you
if the only answer is time
the only resource I need
and im running out