Dec 2015
one day
always dries the tongue
always tense
future tense
i’m twenty three
i’ve set out to find myself
at least four times
from here
you can’t see what’s up there
though its walls are made of windows
i was up there once, and looked down
i asked why misunderstanding perception
and learned most of them looked out for the cityscape the lights sometimes.
s was a dancer
stretches and
taps to silent rhythms
knotted in her throat in thought
sometimes at night
under lover’s sheets
they could flow from her lips
sweet hyperboles
and desperate understatements
and her shoulders would release
too soon
she was dead asleep
t the perfect audience
he was multilingual
even with small phrases and s thought::
please please think bigger
than you and me
t::
i want
shelves full
(with all of your words)
and we’ll cover the living
walls
with framed cyprus and stone
it’s ok it’s ok it’s ok
today we are twenty three
i can feel your breath on my face
i am not domestic
every place but home
inspires me
a time someday for us
they’ve flourished
snatched in november like everything
gone
tell me
the glory days
are not
over
flow
is it possible
to be blown by what i thought
could never happen could never have
never be
and
remorse for decaying dreams
a bibliothèque a bibliothek
its towers pierce through foliage
the center caved in
only the letters b i b l o remain
above the threshold and some
pages grip tight to the walls
insects inhibit the rest
we stretch softer legs like fossilized rock
and feel shame in the pride once taken
in one day i will give up everything
dance on tuesday nights worship the sanctity of table talk early mornings envisioning the thousands of events this corner no doubt witnessed trek øyangen and for the first time fall so in love with snow and tomorrow feel that same ecstasy for the aegean ultraviolet a
of course there is not that would be too **** logical
we fill to the brim spill into the other
the first time::
walking conciliation there were at least 8 others the nervous ha ha release of the shoulders a timid forte something castle passageway and cruel majesty if i did..no memory of any other exists submerged in the cascade i could tell
what was happening it was your turn finally
adventure bestowed
when i shouted
italian for
...i know what you mean
other times
it’s boiling steam clenching the small throat of the
archways screaming
like the baby in the room
hardly air still
dare not breathe
at burned hands only
wanting to
help me
october times:
i wander off the page
its warm here
homesick rising not
for a house or manmade landscape
i sunk my teeth
into a chance to hold
a beloved memory
were you pouring
into me or i
you
—suddenly
location was
absent
only caffeinated confusion
words were never difficult now used all wrong
forte timida
you casually drank your pour over
as i searched for a changed thing
s to t:: how is it that we love so many and need so much more and still have room for each other?
t:: i’ve built you a sanctuary
west coast luxury
east coast 1920
where surrounding trees are ablaze
you will not burn
in a city whose lights have no power over stars
i’ve wrought an iron balcony
for kissing
overlooking
a cobbled courtyard
for mornings
music
go there in the meantime
when you can’t remember
i’ll visit when you want me
my thighs
carry everything
ice cracks cold sweat ears ringing rejection history home moving not moving defense precision par excellence capablebutyoucutmylegsfromunderme
flying contraption
leaving that behind
fast evanesce
a pounding like cutting
but breathing
normally
s to t:: only you let me
bleed
the hard-
covers
come
falling
a fantastic mess
the balcony
magnifique on fire
always dries the tongue
always tense
future tense
i’m twenty three
i’ve set out to find myself
at least four times
from here
you can’t see what’s up there
though its walls are made of windows
i was up there once, and looked down
i asked why misunderstanding perception
and learned most of them looked out for the cityscape the lights sometimes.
s was a dancer
stretches and
taps to silent rhythms
knotted in her throat in thought
sometimes at night
under lover’s sheets
they could flow from her lips
sweet hyperboles
and desperate understatements
and her shoulders would release
too soon
she was dead asleep
t the perfect audience
he was multilingual
even with small phrases and s thought::
please please think bigger
than you and me
t::
i want
shelves full
(with all of your words)
and we’ll cover the living
walls
with framed cyprus and stone
it’s ok it’s ok it’s ok
today we are twenty three
i can feel your breath on my face
i am not domestic
every place but home
inspires me
a time someday for us
they’ve flourished
snatched in november like everything
gone
tell me
the glory days
are not
over
flow
is it possible
to be blown by what i thought
could never happen could never have
never be
and
remorse for decaying dreams
a bibliothèque a bibliothek
its towers pierce through foliage
the center caved in
only the letters b i b l o remain
above the threshold and some
pages grip tight to the walls
insects inhibit the rest
we stretch softer legs like fossilized rock
and feel shame in the pride once taken
in one day i will give up everything
dance on tuesday nights worship the sanctity of table talk early mornings envisioning the thousands of events this corner no doubt witnessed trek øyangen and for the first time fall so in love with snow and tomorrow feel that same ecstasy for the aegean ultraviolet a
of course there is not that would be too **** logical
we fill to the brim spill into the other
the first time::
walking conciliation there were at least 8 others the nervous ha ha release of the shoulders a timid forte something castle passageway and cruel majesty if i did..no memory of any other exists submerged in the cascade i could tell
what was happening it was your turn finally
adventure bestowed
when i shouted
italian for
...i know what you mean
other times
it’s boiling steam clenching the small throat of the
archways screaming
like the baby in the room
hardly air still
dare not breathe
at burned hands only
wanting to
help me
october times:
i wander off the page
its warm here
homesick rising not
for a house or manmade landscape
i sunk my teeth
into a chance to hold
a beloved memory
were you pouring
into me or i
you
—suddenly
location was
absent
only caffeinated confusion
words were never difficult now used all wrong
forte timida
you casually drank your pour over
as i searched for a changed thing
s to t:: how is it that we love so many and need so much more and still have room for each other?
t:: i’ve built you a sanctuary
west coast luxury
east coast 1920
where surrounding trees are ablaze
you will not burn
in a city whose lights have no power over stars
i’ve wrought an iron balcony
for kissing
overlooking
a cobbled courtyard
for mornings
music
go there in the meantime
when you can’t remember
i’ll visit when you want me
my thighs
carry everything
ice cracks cold sweat ears ringing rejection history home moving not moving defense precision par excellence capablebutyoucutmylegsfromunderme
flying contraption
leaving that behind
fast evanesce
a pounding like cutting
but breathing
normally
s to t:: only you let me
bleed
the hard-
covers
come
falling
a fantastic mess
the balcony
magnifique on fire
