The cerulean dilated blue eyes



Mentioned,



Universes beneath our own

Field grazer acting like her parents
Didn't razor better
The year of the ****
The seat of an empire
Dazed by the magnitude
Of our satellite flyer
Making wishes/ playing games
You would find her in the rain
Year of the dog
Cast out vagabond
Didn't trust dad or mom
With the blood caked on their hands
You demand
To know why god won't show himself
On this year of the dog
Galaxies spread out in the darkness
Stars aren't this hot forever

The memories are pinned to dry in the dark room
Chemical droplets falling on my tongue
The bruises form on my body
Giant purple nebula that twist and take on
New forms and shades
A dull pain that aches when alone
A beast chained and locked away
I swallow the key
He will find it
And he will be free
His claws reverberate as he crawls along the ancient stone floors
His moans and growls echo in the darkest reaches
Beneath the smile
Beneath the polite gestures
Beneath the polished fake surface coat

a sticky tongue
a sleeping arm

an urge to ***
a false alarm

oh lady sleep
terrific flirt

she's changed the locks
my key won't work

No need for dramatics but cinderblock house arrangment tempo
Is not equal to the federal concordance
Checking back
No
No
No wait
equals

What professor 25

Darling
Thine warm fur next to the fire
Heady wine and adolescence
You say you have forgotten
How it felt to kiss him
This is alright with me
We shall see how the full moon pulls us
Together or apart

Part1
This body is full of worms
Glowing
And moving forever
If I could match their movement
I might know what it means to be still

This body is afraid of rusting
I shave ***** red banjo strings
From the creak in these joints
This body moves like a song
String snap at a high note

I want you to kiss me with your brake lights
Fast enough to snap a knee cap
Reset my gait

This body is falling apart
Like an old Volkswagen in your dad’s front yard
All rust and ***** engine rumble
Even at red lights
We idle like earthquakes

Feels like a bike rider taking up his own lane
In front of you
Makes you nervous
It takes patience
Not to speed up
It takes patience to stay

Part2
She smiles like I am a child
Asking silly questions

Think softly she says

Your body is dust
Swirling in daylight
There is your rust in the soft glow
It is free
And you are alive

You are still like water
A steady current
Your body is fish and worms now
They move and eat
They are free
And they are alive

Your body is a furnace for glass blowers
The men inside make marbles
They are blue
And gold
And green
And warm

Let her hold you awkward now

You are free
And you are alive

I know someone who finds solace in ballet shoes
                A boy who strums his secrets to guitar strings
Someone that spends his waking moments with glazed red eyes
             As if facing this world cold turkey
                       Isn’t even an option.

For boys whose fingertips shake
                Like the burning end of a cigarette
And girls whose smiles resemble
Car crashes waiting to happen
A cacophony of shattered noises
             And those of us who feel guilty for the
                     mere act
                           Inhaling air
                        And exhaling poison
So we spend lifetimes holding our breaths

   Until we burn our lungs out trying
            To warm our hearts
            With something other than the fire
           That burns out in a smoky haze

Until our eyes become rivers,
flowing oceans
That cry out a thousand melted glaciers

Our tongues speak ruined languages
We read everything backwards
Curse in Latin
Make oaths in Russian
So whatever we say sounds beautiful.

So that our hands wont have to learn permanence,
affection
consolation.

She makes the sand,
the sand seep away.
Little locket on her chest,
with her steps a gentle sway.
Though her eyes cast
a tender gaze,
her fiery heart sets the sky ablaze.

Dry rain and dry puddles,
never will she stop.
'Til she stumbles to her knees,
the dusty ground, fiercely hot.
She cries out in pain
and laughs through tears,
a withered smile
of withered years.

She sees me.

Her faces relaxes,
her lungs give out,
her limbs betray her
and with one final strain she says:
*I can't hate.