it’s a full moon tonight.
It’s a harvest moon

on this harvest moon, I’ve hurt someone I admire

I grilled, you brought the Bordeaux. You brought dessert.

On this harvest moon, I’ve hurt someone I admire.

I’ll try the tiramisu in the morning

Getting high off of
All the times you let me down
Bitter ends linger


🎶 let down and hanginggggg aroundddd 🎶

Scream into my mouth
Unleash your heart, and wrap your legs
around my brain

🫠🫠🫠☠️

Go on. As a dream.
My words, whispered into the wind.
Were you even here?

I haven’t heard from you
and I’m glad

NotbecauseIdontwantto
but because you’ve realized how small I am

Like a shooting star

you were there and then were gone.

Searching for your heart.

Moonlit tarot tides-

Taking tricks, and trumping scripts.

Illuminating…

“Sunrise used the night's darkness
and massacred the stars in front of their mother's eyes (moon)

The court of the galaxy has sentenced him to death

You can watch the execution at sunset time.”

————————————————————

Sunset used the dusk’s dark, burnt orange
& beautiful breeze
to distract, and cloud
the court of her deceitful deeds

But a new dawn will rise
and the sun will shine a crisp, clear, blue truth through the clouds  
and the morning’s mist...

Case dismissed!!👩‍⚖️⚖️👨‍⚖️

Amalgamate,
Don’t hesitate.
Don’t forget to participate

If two things fit
Conglomerate
That’s it!

Like the juice of June’s strawberries,

Your words gush through my soul
Breaking down all cells of rationale

but there is no sweet syrup
That can diminish the bitter taste
     of humility
& embarrassment
from these shaking lips

You make an old soul
  feel like a silly young boy
picking raspberries alone....

I’m beguiled;

Babbling, blathering, hot, bothered & bursting!

My heart
Pumps
Rattles
Implodes

& sends a surge of boiling blood through my body
Numbing all rational notions

I’m stumped
I’m beguiled

To smell your hair
Would mean to be near

To smell your hair
Means we share the same air

To smell your hair
Means we both see clear

To never smell your hair
Is just what I fear

In the morning
I meander
mindfully

A quick drag
A sultry sip

In the morning
I meditate,
I meditate
Madness into a makeshift manual

A fresh breath
that lets out a quick crisp snap
and a call to all airs

A jittering jolt
followed by smooth calming hum

In pitch, on cue
Knowing what to do

The poise of a being
Instilled
Into a day

My heart hums melodies of distant birds...

Over yonder, below the big blue
A cardinal croons
A redbird misses you

Over yonder, below the big blue
A yellow bird cries
Warbling “woe is you”

Two birds dance
and skip, and trade in verse
While softly wishing, on the same wire they’d be perched

A dance to court,
Hopeful heartfelt flying nigh

But it’s a bluebird’s kiss
Whose cadence I wish were mine

My way will be found...
To these "warm waters"
and abundant agave among
a lingering, gentle devil
more potent than that austere burn.

It's the gaze you give me,
though gated by hissing apertures, screens, & skype,
that deters my sensibility. For this unconventionality is certanly fathomed.
Believe me

But it's the glittering glances, shot offscreen in blushful bantering
that
shocks my compass not due south

but to wherever you are.

I wish you'd tell me
                  
         that I know better

For I hope your dying
                           
              to hear me say
                                            
                ­     that I don't care.

I will with diligent gratitude disregard my right not to copy

For I am...

A Tyrant ,
I Confess
but not quite destroyed,
though perhaps Forgotten.

A Bird,
Dead, yet Beautiful,
& Mysteriously still Producing Eggs
though lost in the trees.

A Zebra
that is Gold,
though still worries.

Mall rat lingering
No cash-beginning to end
Haggard and forlorn.

Tired, but wired
Espresso love at se7en
Sleep is for blockheads

Instinct becomes arbitrary when my willpower deters my integrity
Aspirations are mere illusion when my intuition exceeds my ailing grasp

A ******* creep of disintegrating fantasies releases
a
sense
of realism.

Nicotine surfs my limbs
as thoughts align with tectonic disasters.

Malice masks insinuating balance,
An inevitable roar of discontent prefaces
A cruising tune of initiated indifference
yet hope

****** with headphones in
Longboarding never felt so
good this late at night.

Receding snowlines,
befuddled bark, emit the
breath deep in my lungs

Your eyes,

they catalyze-

an anaerobic exercise

of my loosely stitched heart
& sepia stained scruple

If you squint once more
i might rationalize

a brief grasp,
graze,
and galvanize.

Encapsulated;

Pin drop atom bomb sparks

an incise, rasping raw hiss.
the instantaneous buzz ignites a crescendoing, numbed fuzz belonging to no known octave

Grow a pair;
Lets punctuate
Not fluctuate

It's not in the release I hesitate

but in the frisky, frazzled farewells

I cannot become this curmudgeon.
a soul
  deep fried
   torn
    blue balled
     and bludgeoned

I always knew it
That he wasn't just your friend
Don't get syphilis

Too often this ale
What this groggy mind ponders
Now I must clock in

Take the penny
That's why it's there.

A Casual copper calling;
A slick plan palming

It's quaint weight does not care

I can not hate
I have no room
You play with me
I'm still lying to you.

What I see
Wishes blindness upon me
Echoes on selfishness what I hear
I fear
Your sinful nature
Lack of willpower
Makes me hate loving you

You peak behind your path contoured
A quarter glimpse keeps me coming
Following your silhouette
Forgetting what I heard

Nostalgia

Is suffocating.
Inferring

Is perverting.
me
and you

Are we now not on two different planes?
Hearing new songs in lay, in sideways  borograbes
By your feet too do these crisped, grey leaves scatter?
These humming autumn inscects remind me it doesn't matter

That shining floral fantasy is now merely fauna
I smother now the tinted leaved cantaluna
Can a buried flower blossom and grow?
I yearn not to care or know.

This old marigold once shimmered with light
Age and decay resisted any honest plight.
Henceforth I am the seed, waiting for the warm sun's yawn
These boyish locks now retire, waiting for a new man to dawn.

This cigarette;
A disguised kiss
Is it

This barley wine
While bathing with mine
Am I

This green
A safe dream
So it seemed


No bloom
This grief and gloom
It is
Here