escape the deluge of grays
supposed hallowed streets
pavement, machines
splashing of rain being choked
out by tires squealing
no meaning here
just a spare soul outside
find it by rejecting
everything lit by a screen

muted waters
curtains of ice clouds
silvered rivers
hymns of shivering
hushed waves over stone
a shadow brushes
the cold edges here
under violet skies
gnarled boughs
twist my soul into roots

my eyes travel the same roads
up your well-toned body
and each time the pathes change
you grip me firmly, your hot
breath fanning the nape of my neck
you are tip to tip with me
lips to lips with me
ensouling the night with our endless
passion

our *** is like asteroids
colliding, breaking shards
off each other and not caring
which planet we're headed towards
we sixty-nine so well
pull me into your orbit again
let mouths decide
when we explode

i was just a boy
when your hands
chopped me up
and left rivers
of Ancient blood
create a
confluence down my neck
my groin was the freshet
my father told you
and i were meant
to be together since
you always had surgical hands
with the precision
of a knife thrower
each knife cut away my mold
and i shed into a new
identity

my room was a revival chamber
containing my excitement
for when i saw you on
the screen, otherwise
it was a sacrificial chamber
basking in anorexia
and lining my teeth
on top of the dresser
i got in a crash
i told you
they plucked them out
because i survived
to tell the tale

pillars marred by time's decay
an undulating stream of minuscule
daggers, the four suns stab
stone and skin alike
ribbing shores of merciless
compassion and the future
is impetuous

angel hair knotted
in this sailor-apostle's fist
seafoam scurvy in turbid
oceans of a mouth
that smokes cannabis-infused
bible pages and exhales
exhumed passages
unearthed eons ago

i'm an embarassment,
i swear i wasn't gay
but i awoke at mid-afternoon
with no clothes on
and next to you
and your unbridled skin

molesting me with cancer sins
and chirruping horoscopes
i'm bird-brained to tell that
my knuckle bruises
and my spine's claw marks
were from last night

rosetta spoke like a lucent pharaoh;
deciphering decree's decadence
into bronze skin heiroglypics

a body like a mastaba - corchis lips locked
with burnt up flesh remains
and worms and umber sand
mixed in nectar drank from ancient artifacts
she **** beetles and they drink my blood

we find ourselves
stored inside casks for eternity

i like self-destructive girls
ticking time bombs
****-faced, little things
to work for with max rewards
medicine love lubricate
to letting all this gore down
my throat

she had a yellow swing skirt on
and it swished and shown the sun
upon her pale white skin.

her lips tasted like fine wine
and it wished and won the sun
upon her teeth in sin.

i had a thing for legs
back in '06
the way the bones fit
inside the curvature of flesh
and bone, if i could fit
inside them
and seep within the marrow--

i'm kind of cookoo
but it's her fading warmth,
pallid breath, that last
little bit of life which
makes me whole
sleep well tonight,
i will always be watching
over you and from inside you

hyper bird clarion
vulture **** marks
like skull ******* beaks
abasing the mind;

death defying witnesses
and acerbic maladies
fester the ends of hungry
scorned mouths

others waltz and caper
while i stumble about
in mismatching rusted anatomy
i was a king queen,
praise my uncloaked *******
memorabilia

the sleepy hung corpse;
waning roseate, veined vessel
tumid, ancient, of loss of culture
introduced to the society of living
mixes in pearl skin and stupor
colliding curvatures of river banks
met in failure, met in marshes
withering boiled bodies trying to shout

my bones are impulsive
and they rattle and shake
jutting and puncture
each time i twist
each shade of my mother used
to say i did it for attention
but my manic-depressive
spectrum yearned to feel something
much more special than the chroma of love
as my disorder matured i saw sweeping
patterns that flummoxed the grass i stepped on
i phased in and out of gravity too much
to feel how i used to feel about you

how should i be the one to describe her everlasting perfection--
her perfect *******, her vanilla skin, the amethyst veins that ran
rivers down her perfect groin, the fiery *** we had and the mayhem
ensued, i was absolutely taken and i wanted the whole world
to know. run on sentences is all i could construct tongue-wise,
and she still shown like saturn and aurora laced with jupiter dust
trailed when she danced along the sidewalks next to me.
we were walking, i was walking, she flew up and caught the sun
for me yet it was too bright to behold, i could not be apart of this
empyrean sight i wanted so badly to have the wings to fly to her
but gravity brought me down

kisses-

pave celestial
pathways
of hickey gashes
on sunken spines
of mysticism,
find someone new
i always desiderated

your **** is beautiful,
soft and creamy
it smells perfect
pointed and ready

miles of spines
my fingers travel upon your back
and i can't say
i ever looked behind me
at your neck

god save the trees---
i spend my nights carving my
name into their skin,
pouring their blood into the briar
dead poetry, graves do not
exonerate me

ennui exoskeleton
ignominous heart -
        its jags fit tightly inside here