His :
i make my travel
reseeding you
my dear heart
into a compact unit of storage
i relieve from our nesting comfort
dismiss our established downey base of cooperation
cleave from our snared compromise
instead to bed and thieve an unshared atmosphere
guilty joy followed by joyful normality
no stale thing
unravelling light
lifted
(secure
that I've a capsule world
when i turn
toward our lap again)
goodbye of you i am mended
made completely free
on the first turn of a corner
& Hers :
you leave me
on your travels (you-were-my-travels)
you leave me susceptible
my heart alters to become
a weak permeable tissue of easy tamper
membership structure is dissolved
returned to the vital spill
welcome fluent contamination
villainess and godless vibration
of the goddess confession
dress hooked up past my waist
i'll power-fuck away my morality on day one
each day following shall be made easy
ushered along in brutalities slip steam
and the prom of eddies
back in time i've been working on something..
i'll call it The ****** List
criminal joys and tasks of double self daring
committed
(not folded over
or veloped in the knicker drawer)
it operates as a basking lurk
tucked discreetly
correct behind the eye
a charm feature of the unconscious
when released
it's something melkish and larking with energy
tacking harm to my activated mischief
kinetic value and uncontrollable spur
in your absence
i am permissionless
abyssless
i account for nothing
nooks of the apartment
the memory of us quickly forms a ***** coral
i've stopped washing to suit this mode
my body, a journal of stains and earned bruises
i holla and bay at mementoes of our brace
and then stop at the near point of the neighbours tolerance
time has crushed in on its own thesis
become gummy and tenseless
skipping about in haphazard spasms
backstep, bow and reversal
now
observably organic in motion
and proud of its many personalities
Oh, You're Back Again !
no, it is your ghost
is it a spy ? ... i doubt you knew you even had it
it threads in and out of my company
seeming baffled and far from its comfort zone
did i put you there ?
i don't call you
the physical you
because you said 'no phones'
and 'only in emergencies' (is-this-urgent ?)
Is This Urgent ?!
i restrict where i live in here
keep the windows widowed and veiled
it makes for an unreal canvas
i'm weeding for a correction
sensual precarious highs
violate
in a spate
with this time alone
i'll make our home a vile space
a defication
and i can make no sense assessment of it any
i fight against digestion within these premises
i stay still long enough i am softened and palped
by a dense atmosphere and salivations of contact
and outside..
the streets are exhausted
and i've quite the nasty reputation
violence, baiting and thievery
inebriation and toxic language
i shall soon be policed
no doubt i've lost my job
for now our place is a dare for vandals
when i am an insensible heap
and perspiring over you in delirium
they devalue the exterior
unearthing
i'll find my creative sprite
that is good
i had missed it
now this is urgent (this-is-mine-was-always)
i take up a notebook and puke it full
i take sticks in my mitt and scrawl my charcoal visions
the blood visions
the primal mud
on all our walls
can i piece back our home by your return ?
can I sufficiently correct the blurring history I've smutted ?
do i care to ?
no more fading into 'partner'
lease is up
you'll not find me here destroyed
or waiting
naked but an apron with my hands cupped and mouth open
i'll have ravelled myself up tight
- having stoked my inhuman malady -
i'll mate my own travels
- aborted
Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 9:39 PM UTC
His :
i make my travel
reseeding you
my dear heart
into a compact unit of storage
i relieve from our nesting comfort
dismiss our established downey base of cooperation
cleave from our snared compromise
instead to bed and thieve an unshared atmosphere
guilty joy followed by joyful normality
no stale thing
unravelling light
lifted
(secure
that I've a capsule world
when i turn
toward our lap again)
goodbye of you i am mended
made completely free
on the first turn of a corner
& Hers :
you leave me
on your travels (you-were-my-travels)
you leave me susceptible
my heart alters to become
a weak permeable tissue of easy tamper
membership structure is dissolved
returned to the vital spill
welcome fluent contamination
villainess and godless vibration
of the goddess confession
dress hooked up past my waist
i'll power-fuck away my morality on day one
each day following shall be made easy
ushered along in brutalities slip steam
and the prom of eddies
back in time i've been working on something..
i'll call it The ****** List
criminal joys and tasks of double self daring
committed
(not folded over
or veloped in the knicker drawer)
it operates as a basking lurk
tucked discreetly
correct behind the eye
a charm feature of the unconscious
when released
it's something melkish and larking with energy
tacking harm to my activated mischief
kinetic value and uncontrollable spur
in your absence
i am permissionless
abyssless
i account for nothing
nooks of the apartment
the memory of us quickly forms a ***** coral
i've stopped washing to suit this mode
my body, a journal of stains and earned bruises
i holla and bay at mementoes of our brace
and then stop at the near point of the neighbours tolerance
time has crushed in on its own thesis
become gummy and tenseless
skipping about in haphazard spasms
backstep, bow and reversal
now
observably organic in motion
and proud of its many personalities
Oh, You're Back Again !
no, it is your ghost
is it a spy ? ... i doubt you knew you even had it
it threads in and out of my company
seeming baffled and far from its comfort zone
did i put you there ?
i don't call you
the physical you
because you said 'no phones'
and 'only in emergencies' (is-this-urgent ?)
Is This Urgent ?!
i restrict where i live in here
keep the windows widowed and veiled
it makes for an unreal canvas
i'm weeding for a correction
sensual precarious highs
violate
in a spate
with this time alone
i'll make our home a vile space
a defication
and i can make no sense assessment of it any
i fight against digestion within these premises
i stay still long enough i am softened and palped
by a dense atmosphere and salivations of contact
and outside..
the streets are exhausted
and i've quite the nasty reputation
violence, baiting and thievery
inebriation and toxic language
i shall soon be policed
no doubt i've lost my job
for now our place is a dare for vandals
when i am an insensible heap
and perspiring over you in delirium
they devalue the exterior
unearthing
i'll find my creative sprite
that is good
i had missed it
now this is urgent (this-is-mine-was-always)
i take up a notebook and puke it full
i take sticks in my mitt and scrawl my charcoal visions
the blood visions
the primal mud
on all our walls
can i piece back our home by your return ?
can I sufficiently correct the blurring history I've smutted ?
do i care to ?
no more fading into 'partner'
lease is up
you'll not find me here destroyed
or waiting
naked but an apron with my hands cupped and mouth open
i'll have ravelled myself up tight
- having stoked my inhuman malady -
i'll mate my own travels
- aborted
