waternlight mixd = god and spite
Do you feel frightened?
Or enlightened?

“Hello,
I would like some poison
portioned over the night. Yes,
I would also like to stand somewhere
like a subway car, but darker and louder.
100 bucks? Wonderful,
will that also help me feel like **** tomorrow?
Great.”

“Hi, yes –
please cut into my face
for no apparent reason.
Yes, pull out my tooth
to quell an inconvenience.
Substitute it with a worse inconvenience,
and bill me $1000.”

that isn't the truth, but has a dash of it?
Like vanilla extract, the truth smells sweet
but tastes bitter, and drink enough of it
and you'll get drunk.
But no one has that much vanilla.

That lucid scent is tormenting me.
I can feel you

through every opening that will allow feeling,

and I am left
with just

a

t
r
a
i
l
.

It nerves me when you love me ‘cause you don’t.
I’m jealous when you tell me, “Never do
anything I wouldn’t” For then I won’t
ever wish I could not be with you.

I do not know the thing’s you do, but know
the things you say you wouldn’t even try.
If I had friends like you do, then you would go,
though you justify every single guy.

I cannot stand this double standard; love
should be a thing we share – not give. And take
my hand. I reach to fingers of
your giving hand, which gives me fake for sake

of your forsaken mind, which loves not me –
then who? – and does your heart? No – not physically.

where are you going, somewhere you don’t care
;and with whom, someone you’ll leave soon?

but you stand still
and i beside you,
hope to keep you
happy.

you cannot be kept,
i spoke and stroked your hair
you left, to a dream
and slept through the ride

we traveled nowhere side by side

Makes the words hurt less

Title: The Basketball
The Basketball Team
The Basketball Team Meeting

i feel like i could climb the room
when i see you, my
baby whom
ever biology tells
is lazy, why does love tell sepearate songs why
dont i know how to spelll it but tell it, why
don’t you get it i think thinkgs exist to say something orelse
they just exist and that’s the same thing
and you think so too,
what is this besides
something new

I know it’s true
because I know
it’s true
for me and so
I know it’s true for you.

We want what we can’t have,
inversely:
we don’t want what we can.
So, I will ignore you
(and myself)
for tonight;

I will make new friends.

Ah, what a refreshing ****
I am! Nice, lying is sick
but lying to myself
is good and for my health.

will you wrap me gently
tell me that we're meant to be, but
no not you, who wants to
it's true no1 wants the 1 who wants
apathy is ****
caring an affront

Living without a root, but
with a flower,
you know as well as i
is
a terribly large and
loud void. Let’s call it
hell.
do you see the pattern, do
you
blow your fuse when the ducks don’t
dry in order, when the towels don’t fold according to
your structure and form your
hair—which is
just a vessel
to appear beautiful and
annoy the senses, upon which the hair falls on
me?

I think we both want...
It's clear we both want to have...
Something, now, to say

The disparity of happiness
between blue collared men with
No
leftovers
from lunch (or anywhere else)
& the mixed up, excessive-
Lyelling (who are so close to anger
That the shaking sycophantic splattered bursts live in my mind's eye)

is ******.
I'd rather drive a truck.

Violent heaving death:
you deserve the punishment!
Blood, bile, cleaned off smile.

You are like the sunset:
everyone wants a moment with you.
But I am not jealous
because I have you at sunrise.

and you don't have
it. love is a fabric
that we're always breaking
through daily wear and tear,
oddly enough when you take it off
together
you make more

time.
That;s why I try to stop
you.

Your lips retreat from mine
as a wave receding
and teasing
with its
rich, wet
beauty

approaching my
pleasant toes
to give me all
,
and just a bit
,
of the ocean
leaving the shore
still wet
as it returns to mystery.

The pepper's broken
I tell you to fix it
You moan and whine

You tell me to get wine
Your favorite is 30 bucks
You say it tastes like sulfides

You tell me to get rid of my boxes
You tell me to get rid of my boxes
I leave my books in a four foot stack

On the bench
(That i asked you to clear so i could sit
To put on my shoes)
In front of the shattered print
That you always hated that my cousin gave me
And next to your bags and bags
That you won't get rid of.

You tell me I'm an *******.

You tell me nothing
and when i ask
You tell me nothing's
wrong
You tell me go away
You tell me don't leave
You tell me not to type so loudly
You tell me not to sit alone in the bathroom
You tell me not to write you letters
Well this isn't for you.

You chase me around telling telling yelling me.