i chew words like “i’m good” until they taste of
bright mercury, i eat pills and see purple flashes
morph into your tongue, when i'm in the supermarket
i watch pale boys buy watermelon and detergent,
the sky cracks like eggs on a sunday morning and
heaven is crying with tears that smells of perfume
i watch girls with beautiful palms and salmon pink
lipstick whispering a name that will burn of acid rain,

i used to write novels about your prominent veins,
the sun is getting weak, and my hands are shaking,
my eyes are screaming, my tongue
feels tough, my skin is crying on naked bones in
the dead body of mine, i am covered in scars carved
into my soul, i swim in the lake until i feel the
salt  searing against my liver, i have green
lungs, grey bones, pastel eyes, blue wrists, no heart;

i find queens in the shadow of a beautiful man and
i never read the magazines but i look at the photos
i know that god is  somewhere between my shoulder blades
but i can't turn my head enough  to look into his eyes

yellow bikinis
swimming
under luminous lights in
Spain,
you tasted of saline
and
pink strawberries,
i painted conspiracy theories
on your wet back
using my tongue,
you told me
i reminded you
of
purple flowers in a garden in France,
when i said your name
i sat my lips on fire and
black salt killed
my skin
i know you remember
how the air felt around your
ankles when
i whispered
i don’t know you and
i don't want to

you smell like blue flowers and taste like gasoline
we went to your dad's funeral and you told me
that you never knew him the way you know me
my heart is made of wet batteries, and the way you
look at me when i cry
oh, lord, we could have built cities in france
and we could have painted paintings in florida
my doctor doesn't get me and my mother doesn't want to
"pink pills will take away the pain" they all say
but why don't they know
that if the pain is gone,  
so am i

i wanted to write about you
like my skin was on fire,
but i don't think that a boy like you belong in poems
you taste like black champagne,
and said i smelled like hot honey and wet leaves
you promised me the red morning sky,
but you aways slept to the early afternoon
you told me that i was everything you ever wished for,
but nothing you ever needed
when you touched me i knew the difference
between breathing and living
***** fingernails, morning coffee  and peaches
reminds me of you
i've never seen such blue eyes before

you tell me sad stories
about the way your father always said 
your name wrong, your words are soaked
in whiskey and blue roses
you touch my skin like pianos and you eat
my soul like electricity and black rocks
tomorrow i'll be making you breakfast,
but you'll still be sad
i will chew the words "i'm fine" until my mouth
is bleeding and my tongue will turn into
pastel pink chalk
i will wear marble underneath my fingernails
and call it a way to survive
tomorrow i will leave you a note
"i love you"
but you will still be sad

oh! and she would curl her hair and wear
red dresses just to excite his heart when they
met in the supermarket
she would call him on a monday when she
felt lonely
oh! so admiring lonely that her lips would cry gasoline
and set the floor on fire
the air would smell of a lost religion and the clouds
oh! the clouds would crack like transparent eggshells
the sun's yolk would crawl inside of her scalp and
every strain of her hair
and she would put on brown mascara and
dial his number with fingers made of apples
oh! one ring, then one again and then the sound of
his voice - just like peaches. like peaches and honey
oh! she stopped loving him so very long ago
but she never stopped thinking about his
face carved in her spine and the way he spoke
was magnetic
almost electric  
oh! like peaches, like peaches and honey

I mount this magnificent machine made of star glass and light..
The 2 wheels are made of shadow skin and glow alloy..
The machine is call a Lightcycle.  
Powered by an emotion engine that the rider gives power to with thought and soul.
The magic begins when the rider mounts it an the star glass shell fills in with the rider's imagination.
I mount my Lightcycle and endless blues and lightning fill in the star shell.
The emotion engine turns and I am catapulted to the stars..
Its then the lightning bird spreads its wings as I then reach speeds beyond light and darkness..
I wind up on the outer rims of the 17th galaxy Heaven's reach..

I see myself in the poppy seeds and the playful trees -
In the dying grass,
In the crisp, singing breeze;
Under the breadth of sky,
Atop the breast of the sea;
In nature’s right hand -
Free.