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352 · Jul 2014
fist
mike dm Jul 2014
i can count on both hands
how many times i've actually felt alive

one of them
was when
we laid under the stars

we both became
something else
that which cannot be grasped

******* existence flush

your eyes
refracting nuclear lines
that hung before our spent bodies
so very mortal
evermore uncoiled

you held my hand
but it felt dead
fist of dread
352 · Aug 2016
from behind
mike dm Aug 2016
tongue pass
over each aggregate curve
wend crest push

skinmeetsbone
ran up the middle
from skull
to small
of back

orange
red
brilliance
thresholds bold slip

in

grip ten thousand tendrils
her white scalp
made known

force dealt until stilled wilt sacharrine slung
351 · Oct 2015
your space is alter
mike dm Oct 2015
the space you create
the place you carve out of
the middle

is bold
is

holy

winged birth from bodied beginning

now ******* fly
350 · May 2016
an ode to shitty poetry
mike dm May 2016
it isnt easy for anybody
to write
themselves

down.

the gaps of what is
or is not

elide

the silly lines you lay.

most of it is ****.
true story.

but -still- you
write the space and
chase the miss

with appendages
that lift
concrete feet.
349 · Jul 2014
it's a date :)
mike dm Jul 2014
it
calls from the drain
that i circle
hi-lite
and underline -- twice
just in case
348 · Aug 2016
Untitled
mike dm Aug 2016
anyway, i can't think about that
anymore. the abyss gonna abyss.

i push pixels
bent on ellipses
****** up on extended metaphors
they turn me out
my sweater dismantled
these holes got socks in 'em
enamel from the storm god's tooth worn
and he knows i know

awkward eschatological talks ensue
like: "i always knew you were faking it."
stuff like that.

threshold deniers, behold, the new day: nigh af
347 · Jun 2016
Untitled
mike dm Jun 2016
**** all the ****
get blissed it's
wings all the way down
346 · Jan 2016
you are statue, no more
mike dm Jan 2016
being; wet cloud bent down, now of this form,
how will you ever know

the whispering splinter of youaresobeautiful
that has set down
under that identity; under that cult of them,
if you do not
alter it?

ascend into the being of hallowed mud:
you are pillar and pulse
and light is yours to have and hone
346 · Apr 2016
ilovesthem
mike dm Apr 2016
pink lady
apple
nom nom
345 · Jan 2016
gyrate the black
mike dm Jan 2016
sometimes
the twist of my mind
feels like one cold hand
crawling up my back,
******* each nodule as it goes,
as if feeling for
  some
thing.

and
   i
    like
it.
344 · Apr 2016
her secrets
mike dm Apr 2016
these days are farther
from the light.
choose to trust
or hedge your bets?

or can i even trust myself?
and, if so, which self?

meh, that's
the question.
344 · Jan 2016
attn:
mike dm Jan 2016
all rights reserved
my poems
own me

you'll have to talk to them if you wish to use me
his poetry
344 · Dec 2015
the dark is here
mike dm Dec 2015
it just is. amirite?
that's life. darkness. carcass of star bloomed. flowering doom.
feel it.
a twist of it
tickles your ribs like gliding rusty winged blades braided tight.

it flies in the face of happy. it never misses a flight.

butterfly vampire. black pupil dilates.
stuck inside. it wants out. it will
cut through. unless you

see somebody.

..

healer, help me?
join bone to flesh. make me one. make me

one
mike dm Apr 2016
if i deleted myself
would the hatred of me stop
or would i become a tree
along the river of this-****-is-forever?
343 · Dec 2015
Untitled
mike dm Dec 2015
im gunnin for it
the black come as you are
fertile yeses eyes wide
let's make something

my soul closed up
till my next lifetime becomes a has-been
big spaces kinda like me
and so i write them into being
342 · Jan 2016
immanentist
mike dm Jan 2016
while driving up the coast on rt. 101 the other day
i happened to look out of the passenger window
and saw this
  weird
patch of sea
that was -still- and utterly

p l  a c i   d.

ebb and flow had become
  static nebula mirror,
penetrating the
apparent
blue sky lie; and my sad looking eyes,
were, now, less observing:
looking through  

g l a s s melt

and: my rotted heart composted forth
the most beautiful lilies wi l t ing;
its petals falling
upward
into the glinting red circle circled in the mirror below it.
dm micklow
342 · Apr 2016
sunshine lines
mike dm Apr 2016
ray of
energy.

i counted your number one day;
or tried, anyway.

you danced
for me
over the cityscape,
even the horizon;
your hips
undulate,
describing lines
dangerously.

i picked up my little pixels
to capture
this dissent.
but you

were
so free

that i stopped writing
and started being

like you.
for emily d
341 · Jan 2016
the if
mike dm Jan 2016
flecks of maybe
dance in this star's columnar flit
creamy gray chartreuse orbits the were
softer than ever before
and i re-member her
dm micklow
341 · Apr 2016
i want it
mike dm Apr 2016
if i died
would you lie

with me?

lay me
down
in my small space,
touching
my chilled
flesh,
caressing me
till i arrive

over there?

i have died so many times.
it hurts.

i
don't
want
it.

so give me it,
dagger deep.
340 · Oct 2015
open your eye
mike dm Oct 2015
tumble down the rabbit hole
swallow the red pill
surf a twister out of monochrome Kansas

hit
baseline
reality

and

from behind eyelids shut

see
imeanreallyfuckingSEE
for the first time in yer ******* life
338 · Dec 2015
drip
mike dm Dec 2015
drops of rain
wet the left side of this thought
all feels right as ray
beclouded
fury of were
put behind me ******* finally
337 · Jan 2016
Untitled
mike dm Jan 2016
my heart is
dark and
light, like
a frail, old
pink bone china teacup
made from the ashes
of my past
fists.
337 · Jan 2016
Untitled
mike dm Jan 2016
first comes awe
then
some
dm micklow
336 · Jan 2016
bed
mike dm Jan 2016
bed
my body contorts
along white bedsheets boasting basic blue flower print.
i stretch, without direction - fingertips reach cosmic deeps, i think.

curtains mostly drawn; one sliver of sun let in.

globular of lonely, swung
out into this far-off nook of hook and warm-no-more:

i am, now,
chemical alter
on the downswing. where
is my attraction?

stuck in space
deep,
pitted in sleep that wakes the Fates (that do not exist),
only bored ice dust and
lifeless true blue neutrinos swarm about my body.

i used to have pull;
gravitational cool.
now i am tons of tundra,
acres of bleck lol melodrama,
a mess, always
in bed:

it makes me.
it always has.
335 · Jun 2015
this is a cry for hell
mike dm Jun 2015
arduous
is my name
all is hard for me
and all can see
my pet heart inside this glass bowl

tasks become a living thing and task me
nothing sticks i forget i forget im sorry

i am not supposed to be here
i am not in the in
never have been

my home is the big rip
that everlasting nothing that
everything creeps toward

you should know
that

dark the mirror comes fist-tongued i cry and die
inside
a little or a lot
everyday
333 · Jun 2014
ode to love
mike dm Jun 2014
your face is flush
flowering the color Van Gogh
but beneath the bloom slouches
a thing defanged
grayed coiled
struck
by nothing anymore

she once had striking features
now
the skull calls
your teeth have become you
333 · Dec 2015
your words are drugs
mike dm Dec 2015
i chase the poem
until my words become true

recalling all of your lines
tangling mine

serifs
torque
dm micklow
333 · Jan 2019
and scene
mike dm Jan 2019
drinking hard cider in
the dark. the art
of sad is mine.
332 · Jun 2015
vic
mike dm Jun 2015
vic
the game is fixed
she Juliet's her face
for a min

they're dyin
to be with her

to feel how it feels
to ride off the edge of her curves

and when she wakes
she moves on to the next vic
with pretty pace
331 · Jul 2016
the cosmogonist
mike dm Jul 2016
she never stood a chance,
of course - so
she stood
oblique to it.

drawn forth
by odd thoughtful urge shaped,
her lines scribbled
tall orders small:

till all there is, is.
dm micklow
330 · Aug 2016
signs of doom
mike dm Aug 2016
the ground has crept
up into the sky and
the gods are right around
the corner and
the rubber sole
on my shoe
is coming off the canvas
328 · Apr 2016
leave w me
mike dm Apr 2016
your light feels like
a fast getaway from
all the things that "matter."

**** all that **** ride with me babyyy

till we hit

white
hot
screams
of
conscious ne s   s
327 · May 2016
Untitled
mike dm May 2016
collecting quail eggs
in the morning summer heat
eleven spotted shells
327 · Apr 2016
morning!
mike dm Apr 2016
blue sky
white cloud  
birds mixing sound made
324 · May 2016
Untitled
mike dm May 2016
crushed parts
flush limbs
**** mar

row

the felt
swell
of me

till it comes hard
324 · Oct 2015
pact
mike dm Oct 2015
consc i  o   u sness lies 

somewhere inbetween

i

and
u
324 · Jan 2016
Untitled
mike dm Jan 2016
the sound of
silence silenced, where
nature is made quiet
by nothing's
freshly whitened
thick crystalline glove.
dm micklow
323 · Jan 2016
i am
mike dm Jan 2016
spread too thin
i no longer just think about thoughts
-i imagine them-
small patches of color strung between
hung in the descent
this disc barely holding us

chance allowed
combusting pots of itcouldbe
might over must

into the deep
there
be
drakōns

they breathe the burn we fiend

let them swim you to the bottom
where maps do not dare
dwell among them
in the sliding trough of wet coil plume lit

come up for air
and tell me your where

and i will listen to you
i will stand under your words
and i will know you and adore your light
dm micklow
322 · Oct 2015
pretty intense
mike dm Oct 2015
inside a tent
in SoCal highlands
coyote packs howl and cackle
322 · Jan 2016
we are not humans
mike dm Jan 2016
we are not atoms in the dark
we are not Adam's in the garden
we are not Atman's in the seat of kosmos

we are adumbrated sound, found in this form;
light in the n o   w.
322 · Apr 2016
Untitled
mike dm Apr 2016
cleanse the doors of perception
and you still get cleansed perceptual doors;
sure, it's a higher, more complex order of doors,
but it's still a door.
it still opens and shuts.
it still reveals and conceals rooms,
one door at a time.

the subject always objects
in the house of many doors.
it pictures. it members. each one,
a massive concatenation of rooms framed.
but the rooms always shift
with each new door opened,
because we always

think.
imagine.
wonder.

and we
re-member.

remembrance is always novel:
the old, new'd
with visions truer, because broader in space.

thinky stick binoculars can never be put down
in the house of doors and rooms reimagined.
321 · May 2016
Untitled
mike dm May 2016
arranging flowers
snipped from the flower garden
makes me feel close to

something
beautiful, or

whatever
you call
that thing
that makes your
insides

light up.
dm **** l o  w
319 · Aug 2016
Untitled
mike dm Aug 2016
feeling slightly disturbed
about my bed sheet's low thread count
old *** shots destroy it
318 · Jan 2016
Untitled
mike dm Jan 2016
my skin,
opal
white
in lunar light;

she
scryed
these hard tears
until they came.
dm micklow
317 · May 2016
Untitled
mike dm May 2016
at a cafe
people, like me,
in transit.

the inbetween
slivers

my
molecules,

opening the space to face
caught thoughts.
317 · Jul 2015
joytear
mike dm Jul 2015
her word is
sun
always on time
sprung

from ashes fast
with one
true
utterance
it
universes into
existence
him

her being
unsung

from
torn mortal to
soaring phoenix
vast

she is
one

and so

he has been won

they
are

some
thing

a thing sundry
a wing from one being
a dream lovely
a gleam starry

a good story

something
worth telling

her word is true
now his word is too

that is perfection
a star welling
a joytear

strummed
streaming
316 · Apr 2016
tiny being in your hand
mike dm Apr 2016
images brim
inside my
lonely, worried head.

things.

all the
t h i  n g   s
need
to be done
all the time.

i know.

but i
petrify
like a tree slip;
now tipped over,
asked to lay down;
horizontal to this,

death's opened fist.

and then,

all those lightyears
spooled along the edge of the rush
come lit with a sound
so furiously felt

it -somehow- passions forth
a small being, breathing
from ways milky forever.

and i

place it,
upright,
in the palm of your
hurt hand,
semi-curled openshut, and
sorta tilted;
as if to say, idunnoifishould..

... but you do know.

and it will grow up
and down
and around,

where it will thrive till shone tumble and wilt.
316 · Apr 2016
Untitled
mike dm Apr 2016
this night sits
low on my brow
alighting thoughts thoughts thoughts
i can feel this lunar weight's fist
it's knuckle
the color of come
316 · Jan 2016
beach and light and you
mike dm Jan 2016
how does sea remember you?
the ebb recalls your flow

and also

your
toes

and how they
curl in the blue
matted sand and
twinkling saltwater foam
dm micklow
mike dm Aug 2016
it feels me with
terror and awe
how tangentially complicit

we all are.

this fate:
radial.

radii circling the too-shiny drain.
i'm suspicious of this gleam.

i see the memory of then now.
it is coming.
it is here.
it was.
it's all

the same.
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