#spat
to tell a story not of this world
you will be tagged
insane
foolish
dangerous
threatening
deceiving.....
Just ask Jesus.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 8:01 AM UTC
slow exhalations like a dead man's last prayer.
never settling gazes and skin which turns black with a lie.
you never once told the truth and never once did i.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
Through a split lip
red foam,
froghopper froth
fizzing, haemoglobin, half-life
sitting thickly-thick,
on a paving stone.
Looking like Clinton’s cards
think human hearts
are shaped like.
But mine’s an artichoke
a watery phloem thistle core
folded in fronds and furs,
bristles of cowlick baleen,
sailing, ship-lapped bark,
darkness and birdcages.
Mine’s a rigour-mortis pill bug
potato fly, oddball, ***** slug
an ammonite, a butterfly tongue,
a bending toe curled in ecstasy.
Exponential shell chambers and septums
ending alongside everything.
And the guts of my heart
incessantly churn mechanically,
maniacally and obliviously rhythmically
Keeping me malleable
soft,
moving,
un-enveloped by beetle wings.
Just like the platelets
of my hardening spit-heart
are, blackening blood,
amber caught bugs,
clay in mud,
elliptical,
eclipsing.
Nothing
like we think it is.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
As I spat out my feelings for you
another girl licked them up
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC