"microfiber" poems
Lithe, pharmaceutical muscles regulating microfiber hairs
Draw from the primitive neglect and sin
A clarinet changes the chemistry of champagne
Inside Humanity again
A stock infection of planets and galaxies
and their debris
Small enough to be e coli
and atomic dreams
Beading with the warmth of breath, persisting,
Naming dragons and archers in the infinity,
The cocktails brew people at the seams
Their sentences clapping the breeze
Into a day, or a season,
or her hand leading
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
I’d cry all of the
Soul from
My eyes,
But
This cruel world
Doesn’t give me
The right.
The blood we shed
It never dries.
You think it’ll evaporate
Like water,
Like a lie.
No microfiber cloth can
Clean this up,
If the weight
Falls on you,
I doubt you’d
Get back up.
The air’s been
Poisoned,
And your
Hands
Are bloodied.
Cornered,
And under scrutiny.
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 8:50 PM UTC
do you ever wish that you could turn your skin inside out? just pull down a zipper that starts on your skull and ends on your heel. then once you've got things open and airy, flip it about. now you're shiny and new and the grime that just won't scrub off in the shower will be hidden from prying eyes.
i find myself naked after showering, sitting in a computer chair, wishing i could float in thin air. i don't want any kind of microfiber touching my body. i don't want clothes, i don't want floors, i don't want cars, i don't want a **** thing. i want to exist in nothing and i want to be happy that way. i want to be free of things that trap and hide what i am; human.
i'd like to live a life free of vices. dependent on nothing and no one. *** drugs, alcohol, food, love, throw it all out the window. watch it float into oblivion and tell it to **** off for eternity. i'd like to open up the door to my chest and see what's in my heart and live for that. now that would be living.
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
I recall:
Sitting on that tan couch
With the cushions
That would always stain
Our toes
Entangled with each other
Dancing over the covers
Of a microfiber blanket
Your playful smile
Caught off guard on camera
A moment frozen in time
Solidified into a memory
You fall asleep like you’re one to do
And I watch as your heavy eyes droop and close
I’m reading but I have no idea what the page says
All I remember is the soft lines of your face
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC