I'm sinking deeper into oceans
that are swimming with sharks

the waves in your eyes
pull my soul out to sea like a rip tide

your mind is a dangerous storm
that's ripped apart the sails of my ship

the shores of your chest are lined
with soft white quicksand

your blue eyes are intoxicating.

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

attacked me like
a rabid dog
eager to taste flesh

bit into me like
raw meat
(because really that's all I am)

tore me open like
wrapping paper on a gift
you weren't supposed to see yet


I shut down like
a restaurant with health code violations
infested with rats

fell into you like
pavement
from thirty stories

poisoned myself like
a carbon monoxide car garage
falling unconscious long before death

I often confuse a pair of scissors with a hair brush, and I feel like that is a good sign that I need to change something in my life.

One fine day
    About midnight
Two dead soldiers
    Got in a fight.
Back to back
    They faced each other.
Drew their swords
    And shot each other.
A deaf policeman
    Heard the noise.
Came out and
    Killed the two dead boys.
If you don't believe
    This lie it's true.
Ask the blindman
    He saw it too.

we went to the park and next thing I knew your hands were down my pants and I was struggling not to convulse
and your body is holding mine against the couch like rocks on my chest
and I can't resist your skin against mine but I want to rip your hands away from parts of me almost as private as my journal
and you've seen everything and I've stayed behind the curtains while you got on or more like got off and I slept every night alone
and my whole body shivers and begs when you barely brush against me but I can't handle you inside me at all
and I don't want you to feel upset or bored or mad for my inability to get my legs caught on someone else's
and I feel like there's a catastrophe going on in my mind, and you are both the cause and the silencer.