"incantions" poems
i miss your lips
the way they'd smoothly dance
like a genie in a lamp
as you'd sing
and speak
how sweet your memory tastes
though the reality has long since faded
i cling to my effervescent exaggerations of our tangled past
replaying time to time
on the dream-screen of my mind
as i snack lightly on the salty remarks of my youth
and i laugh
it hurts
but it feels so healthy
you fade through the moon-mist
and dismiss your own existence
once again proclaiming that you are nothing
but an extension of it all
a fingerprint of the wilky-way
just a strand of DNA
swimming through the wake of infinite expansion
i miss it
the beer-breath incantions you'd softly slur after dark
the kisses you'd plant along my edges
like the vines that trace the hedges
in the front lawn of that dusty place we'd fake our love
nostalgia always begins so inviting
untill you're finally feeling sea-sick
from the over-ingestion of false sweets
and pure imagination
now we're so far gone
living in a different reality entirely
i don't think i'd even know your face if i saw it
i know you only by the way your shape fits in the frame
another handsome man
trapped forever in the reels of film of my mind
but i'll remember you
you're woven into the wood works
drunkenly dancing through a serendipitous sea of names
stands the lamen's term for your current shape
your birth-given name
credited with a handfull of scars
left behind by a man who forced me to grow
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
truth is, faith is what onset
this emotional radiation
from our latest nuclear
explo/ implo sion,
I thought i knew you. counterintuitive-
i dont know **** except anguish making light poisonous.
too hostile to look at
too hostile to make sense
& im tired of arguing,
so ima go get drunk with the moonflower on full.
Vast. Incandesce.
Belt incantions for its aegis
**** you. **** love. **** us.
Dance and chant **** what was. conjure up,
Muse & reason
for rise of phoenix-
Lizards out of hibernation into cold season-
conjure your *** out as if you were demon.
my feet moving
to a **** off kinda medley
to the demise of a kingdom
as hornless rhino,
as sabretooth extinction
as love for you in me,
at its core, 28 million degrees.
Let it burn our bridge.
Let it burn all hope for
Us in me.
May 18th, 2013
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
To me,
My words,
Are my thoughts.
Milk in a pan drifting,
Lazily in mexican waves,
On tiptoes with fingertips,
Stroking the three litre line.
to you
my words are
the time you blinked
and clots of milk swelled into pregnant pufferfishes
and a siren hissed incessant incantions you swore fate birthed to hex your mind
and a trident foamed at the mouth relishing the theft of nature's permission to shapeshift into a lightening bolt and to zap your stove a blistering white in three times ten to the eight metres per second
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC