Painting on the floor
Box can store
Mirror needs to be hung with
Tight rope, a little elbow grease
Unfinished gypsy land magic dream
But sometimes I have to remind myself
Of the magical pixie dust
I formulated around me.

Old lovers, past words, remove them
Like the cloths I seem to have outgrown
Ready for a new revolution,
Evolution, change
Vine leaves encircling and embracing
My velvet porcelain skin,
Everyone raises their hands to whisper
Amen, but I went my own way.

I remember pumpkin and long winded text
Raven hair, urging him and him
Stay, haunted tiny apartment complex
Kitty Kat smelled just like Halloween
Pollution, revelation of secrets
Shark fangs and badness
Escalating through my hips
My lips.

Times have changed, now
A new fall
A new chapter of the Bible
I wittily name all my spotify playlists
But actively hope for help
My mood swinging like a clock
That somehow forgot the
Figurines of time.

You express yourself through physicality
Fluid movement, isolations
Poetic potions you use a hint of lemon
My juices, inspire and teach you
But I think it might be you
I hand my graded paper to
In the end.

Lets bathe our selves in the smoothness of
What resides in my beside table
I ***** onto every fleeting moment
As if it were the last
As you remind me
"Think of the past two days, we are good"
I don't think I have ever in my
Almost 25 years
Had a man comfort me
With sincere goodness.

September.
Finger tips and puffs of smoke clouds
Remind me of what I had,
Who I was
The Old Crow I ****** down
Camera flickering on and off
It has taken me so much work
To get to here,
Now.

Luck.
Goodness.
Sincerity.
Courage.
Newness.
I face the calamities of my girlfriends around me
My face once bleeding with the past
I put it all on screen
Live in past moments, move away from them
Forever.
For it made me who I was, who I am
And is no more.


I'm good.