Sneaking smoking into diseased lungs on wet lonely spring nights
Jumping! Free falling,
Heart in stomach
Twitching in sleep as birds begin to sing
And strictly internal weeping
On trails less travelled.
Thusly, I am
Cold like asteroids
and
out of orbit
Chardonnay until
I can reject reality
Sleeping naked sweating shivering
And teeth grinding into
My tree trunk soul
I will see you
one day
Worse for the wear and tattered
And I will be caulked and
stuffed like dead dreams
But with you,
I want
to curl inside your decaying cavities
And breathe smoke out of my own coughing lungs
to smooth you to sleep
Your head on my hipbone
Is time blinking her eyes
in a seismic convulsion –
The outlier of our data
and
we have finished before we’ve begun
Despite the marrow in our bones surging in the tide to
one another ourselves
Moss could grow on our interlacing fingers
And have more intention
than we,
Skulls and vertebrae
Click-clacking off beat
To the tune of no drum
Algal lined membranes
effloresce and become
rainforests of decay and renewal
drip dripping on the tip of my tongue
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
Sneaking smoking into diseased lungs on wet lonely spring nights
Jumping! Free falling,
Heart in stomach
Twitching in sleep as birds begin to sing
And strictly internal weeping
On trails less travelled.
Thusly, I am
Cold like asteroids
and
out of orbit
Chardonnay until
I can reject reality
Sleeping naked sweating shivering
And teeth grinding into
My tree trunk soul
I will see you
one day
Worse for the wear and tattered
And I will be caulked and
stuffed like dead dreams
But with you,
I want
to curl inside your decaying cavities
And breathe smoke out of my own coughing lungs
to smooth you to sleep
Your head on my hipbone
Is time blinking her eyes
in a seismic convulsion –
The outlier of our data
and
we have finished before we’ve begun
Despite the marrow in our bones surging in the tide to
one another ourselves
Moss could grow on our interlacing fingers
And have more intention
than we,
Skulls and vertebrae
Click-clacking off beat
To the tune of no drum
Algal lined membranes
effloresce and become
rainforests of decay and renewal
drip dripping on the tip of my tongue
