I'm wasting my time
With waiting and painting these words
On a canvas that turns

you were my Yoko,
but i traded starfire for
a couple more thighs to keep the colder
nights away but I wouldn't
dare presume to be
Lennon, writing verses across the universe
instead I scrawl on the walls and hope to
god you never see your name
scribbled so facetiously
indelible, never forgotten but so undeserved

my dreams have been wanting, as of late
it's a shame you cannot wake up dead
i dream of the shiny hook in my throat
of blue skin and bodies that just won't bloat

are we fishing for words here?
or do we want them to disappear?

my mouth is a graveyard, filled with everything I could never say. the musings, the ravings, they lose sense as soon as daylight graces them and they unravel and unravel and unravel into a giant headache, the kind only opiates can help with and even then


even then the yelling does not subside

So out of it - it’s a shame you had to learn to write their names down on skin, because paper was left for better things, for obituaries and weddings
way past using, we’ve regressed into abusive but you don’t believe me when i say
**** helps, sober i overthink the bigger picture, sober i don’t stop to smell the flowers

Some part of me just wants to trip
Upon some tangled wires that send me
Falling straight in love for you

Moving my heart askew
Side to side, day and night
For time and life anew

And if future turns into vows
Then the present of your presence
Is the pastime I'll continue to treasure

Forever,
My endeavor

This dead space
in my mind
Lost in the world
that
worships decline

I can no longer
see your grace,
can no longer
touch your face

I refuse to let
you leave place

You must stay

Without hearing what
I have to say