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677 · Feb 2018
horror shop
Maxx Feb 2018
step into my shop of horrors
shack of nightmares not yet had
take in the aberrant, appalling aesthetic
i have dead sun flower
sundries that smell
of tangerine
i have the idol of
severed head and
exposed breast
i sell milk moon shell and
ghost scrolls
student loans
buy my dreadful wares
and, please:

come again
587 · Apr 2018
Maxx Apr 2018
set up a chair
at the end of a tree lined street
not just any tree lined street
the street with the nice houses and cars
the street where the rich have "made it"
sit at the end of that street
with the cherry blossoms or jane magnolias
or whatever
and watch every one of those "successful" types
as they walk down their tree lined street
from their house to their car
as they walk by you, through their tree tunnel
watch carefully their faces
the trajectory of their gaze, tightness of their lips,
the experience woven into their furrowed brows
watch them hurry through the world's dream tunnel
a persons state of mind can be brought to light by a tree
the beauty of bloom, falling petal, hugging branches
it jolts excitement through human sensory
and so, when you read the lined, tired, hurried
faces- the dysphoric vacancy we've all carried
at some point
create space
share love
just for a moment
or don't
the world is beautiful
and you are appreciated
565 · Feb 2018
love is peachy
Maxx Feb 2018
my heart, a peach
with each heart break
until it is too ripe
and it must be discarded
at least
i never
sealed it in a can
and kept it hard
love is sweetest when we no longer desire to consume it
539 · Dec 2017
A night on the LST
Maxx Dec 2017
an army of naked sycamores
like skeletons- they march,
for the porcelain forest
reclaiming their art
one leaf at a time
the golden hour of sundown
like an indigo pacifier
silences the landscape in
preparation for the great horned owl's decree
433 · Feb 2018
Maxx Feb 2018
maybe you're outer space,
maybe you're the ocean,
all I know is that
I have an unquenchable thirst
to explore you to the endless.
maybe its because of your vastness,
maybe its your seemingly infinite depth,
but like space and the ocean
I can't help but hold my breath
the further I go into you.
you invite wonder
you invite adventure
you leave me dreaming
408 · Oct 2017
current systems
Maxx Oct 2017
White whispers represent chains
Preventing change.
The action of
Perpetuating that which we
The sun of sin shining
Dimly through
The smog of society
By the few,
Not nearly enough.
“All lives matter”
Fictitious feelings for a ‘flag’
Feigning support for
Social inequalities.
Politically correct where it
Counts –
Beyond the front door,
Not behind.
News headlines turn
Silent dissenting into
Violent lamenting.
Willful ignorance is
Deliberate destruction.
The true tragedy,
My experience with racism as a white male living in a gentrifying North Philadelphia neighborhood
405 · Oct 2017
Clouds' rest
Maxx Oct 2017
thoughts are billowy clouds of
sky blue mind
spots of cumulus and cirrus drifts
cast gentle shadow
my mind gets lost
in cloud-storm
pierced by your
radiant presence
sky blue mind returns
you are clear river
perfect mirror
reflecting my clouds
unto me
you turn my sky blue
you are the place
in my forest of dreams
where i rest my clouds
clouds, like thoughts pass by most peacefully when observed without judgment
361 · Oct 2017
Feelings fall
Maxx Oct 2017
red, orange, yellow, falling.
trees erupt in vibrant pirouettes,
like a geisha dancing.
the great festival's opening ceremony
we worship the trees,
as they strip through the season.
as winter awakens,
i am reminded of my own vibrant colors.
how they will fall like the trees,
both of us lain bare in december.
350 · Mar 2018
Maxx Mar 2018
we grow together
like juanita
like phillip
your plants,
we laugh at the sun
were kept up by the moon
we throw ourselves into crises
we burn oursleves out, until
we are just souls
were still kept up by the moon
we still laugh at the sun
like your plants,
like phillip
like juanita
we grow together
a crush
becomes fondness
what next
i wonder
345 · May 2018
love is/abstraction
Maxx May 2018
you are
flying dream
old growth tree
festooned in gold leaf
and rare gems
your rainforests noises
mirror my busy city mind
rising and ebbing
to shapes cosmic
all we hold
is the love
known amorphous
you speak
in dream
i listen
318 · Dec 2017
Maxx Dec 2017
A bucket of freshly picked wildflowers
rest at the mud room door
the hum of washing machine
eases almost into a state of permanence
he wet himself again
he can't change himself
his bed is on the first floor
because fear lurks on the second
demons patrol every staircase
he's created his own Alcatraz
to keep himself safe
we do a puzzle
we read the sports section of the daily local
"I like this guy"
"go birds"
the only words i hear this day
the washer is still running
we look out the window
i see a fall day so beautiful
nature could not interact with itself
so harmoniously
he sees something else
something tragic and discordant
something evil that is always at his side
this ancient child
this hurt hermit
whose suffering remains unsung
saves me from despair
every time time i bask in the purity
that is his smile
and when the wildflowers are gone
and the washing machine stops running
a new meaning will be brought to
innocence lost
take this moment to be grateful for your completely intact mental facilities
318 · Feb 2018
dreams of ends
Maxx Feb 2018
i had the sweetest dream- that rain was falling, the sweetest dream that when it ended, i ended. and rain was falling and tears were falling and i was smiling, at all the destruction left in my wake, and rain was falling. that day of my wake i wake up in bed, nothing has been destroyed there are no tears, not at my wake.

but it is still raining
consequences can only be imagined
and they will never be
what you imagine them to be
271 · Dec 2016
Maxx Dec 2016
The moon marrying the water, at last
Sweet howling intensifies, our vision foggy
Is this death? Once dreamed for
Now upon us? In name and form

Moon white skin and hair
Marrying the flame,
becoming volcanic residue
The shelves newest resident

You’ve become the teacher
You always wanted to be
The lesson: life hangs in the balance
Wish it away and it will be granted

In death we live
In death we die
In death we are sweetly reminded
Death’s eye is ever searching
260 · Mar 2018
love meditation
Maxx Mar 2018
i sit and breathe
the world, becoming
and i float
left to a whisper
scents of lobelia- soft
thoughts of you
like pressed flowers
between the pages of mind
beautifully preserved,
would you still be here
if i didn't pick your flowers?
260 · Oct 2017
Maxx Oct 2017
all that I know

is that I don't
237 · Oct 2017
Maxx Oct 2017
the tree casts shade
like sundial
for each blade of grass
in hopes of praise
from green fingers
with no reaction
the neglected tree
sheds its leaves
in protest
in late summer heat
i regret the day
I never thanked the tree
for its shade
while i read
230 · Apr 2018
A memory of you I
Maxx Apr 2018
we don't know sleep
discard bedtime
daylight savings is canceled
this was when
our eyes talked more
than our lips
our lips and tongues
simply gesture
uttering not
"i love you"
225 · Oct 2017
Our Time
Maxx Oct 2017
our time:

sweet as ambrosia
fleeting as dew
my heart, the tongue
our end, mid-morning sun
my heart, victim of mind
chases mid-morning sun
never forgets the taste
of the fleeting dew
212 · Apr 2018
Maxx Apr 2018
sits quietly
in front of hour glass
grains of sand in tempered sand
a cosmic distortion wakes them
from his/her/their trance
a wirey-haired dog
a cat just the same
speaks to them
a question is raised:
what else speaks
so eagerly, when i listen?
question left unanswered
we all shudder
when faced with the
empty half of our tempered sand
211 · Oct 2017
Maxx Oct 2017
we're always more than me
but at least I was acknowledged
(by you)
I build you up, because I am less
sharpen your claws in my back
acknowledge me as the step I have become
for you, because I am less
***** me with my own passion
I'll bleed for days
just for you to write your lovers' name
you will always be more, because I am less
inadequacy rests with low self-confidence
210 · Feb 2018
visions of love
Maxx Feb 2018
love inspires
10,000 beautiful visions
all shining through
my stained glass heart
refracting compassion, endless
10,000 beautiful visions
of wild spanish iris
vulcanized rubber
swells of prism
10,000 beautiful visions
all in the name of:
i love you
195 · Mar 2018
body meditation
Maxx Mar 2018
i sit and breathe
my capillaries & venules
seething and swelling
my heart becomes ensnared
torrents of adrenaline
drowning the roots
of this body, becoming
but i find quietude
in the experience of
i sit and breathe
the experience of my
body, existing
sometimes you feel like jelly
sometimes you want to rip your skin off
167 · Feb 2018
Maxx Feb 2018
nothing excites me
like, the memory
of my slick palm
beneath hers
hold my hand like that again
89 · Feb 2019
love sonnet I
Maxx Feb 2019
You are a walk in old growth,
The softest moss enjoyed by many stepping creatures.
As I grow weary I ease myself into your tall grass,
In the place where the wind takes it’s rest.

You speak to me in dream and river tongue
Chanting swallow’s songs and perfect weathered stone
I close my eyes and we exchange silk and furs
I worship the earth spirits that live inside you

As days pass, laughter turns to sugarcane
Tacit moon makes adobe pueblos
Here—my chest never touches the ground

I take shelter in your familiar terracotta
Like water excited in the kettle
Here—the bird of my thoughts sings

— The End —