"coater" poems
time is the best sugar-coater; retrospect is a master con-artist.
like sugar and honey and smoke.
like all the things that catch in your throat and make it that little bit harder to breathe
like her lips on your neck in the dark when your tangled brain is permeated by the space between her thighs and the only constant is the soft hum of the speakers.
i only believe in astrology when she is answering my calls.
when my rising sign indicates that i will wake to the smell of her apartment
i believe in the tarot readings my friend gives me on her bed when i am underneath her.
anatomical; catastrophic
a symphony of vulnerability and sapphic contentment.
i am not a connoisseur of intimacy, i take what is given to me
yet this
her
there is something about the way that she holds my gaze that makes me want to analyse her birth chart whilst she makes tea in the kitchen whilst we try and convince ourselves that our lives are only falling apart because mercury is in retrograde. (again)
the nights spent passed out whilst everyone else cuts lines on the breakfast table, the bottles in the sink and the side glances.
it was messy
you
were messy
i am a mess.
it’s smoking someone else’s cigarettes out your window and pretending that your thighs are not the pillow that i dream of resting my heart on.
i will ***** out pretty and soft words about your smile your mouth your tongue
when you’re around i hold my coffee in my mouth for just that little bit longer, long enough to stop me spitting out the fact that somehow you wind your way into every ******* thing that i write.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 6:47 AM UTC
love is like a roller coaster it takes you for ride
up and down emotions go swaying side to side
leads you down a track going very fast
never ending circles quickly going past
up and down it goes moving too and fro
when your ride will end you really just dont know
Apr 6, 2010
Apr 6, 2010 at 8:17 AM UTC
keep the top ten in my bio
you can check it
if you want to
got my head in the chamber
i split my choices
pour some from my cup
im still life im up
for these flames long dead and gone
we take off this mask
walk weak from the doorways
take up my severed finger
print nine copies
if ya love me
give me power
im good for keepin secrets
and naughty messages
i make the digits in ya bank accounts
dont descibe me
in god we trust
all-seeing eye
owl i trust
scrape away my image
im inside a time capsule
secure in my possession
ignorant but factual
diver in my psyche
cycle through me fakin
take the paychecks
but im not tripping on i keep
kickback stimulus
keep a clean coater in my desk
black envelopes and all the rest
if ya own me for a picture
on the deck i must confess
a lie to make believe
and keep the truth and toss the key
and keep me in the lucid dream.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
so far I've lived my life
maybe not how a life should be lived
but lived never the less,
its been rough
like a roller coater
unpredictable
more downs then ups though
that is my only complaint
but these days I have more than one
I seem to been disengaged with everything I come into reach with
I cant seem to find a contentment
and that I truly yearn for
there's a lot in my life I regret
and it seems to have caught up on me
for I cant seem to let any of it go
I'm living in the future waiting for the consequences of the past
and I cant seem to ever live in the now
a great person said to me one day
just stop and smell the roses,
I don't know if I ever did and ever will be able to.
but one day I will hope
for that all I have
I will hope to stop and smell the roses.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC