"pushpull" poems
it's real easy to feel like
we've done it all
wrong
phenomenal fuckyes then
phantasmagoric fear ragers
perpetual pity *******
blood middle knuckle crush
regretful bets hedged
hunched frozen tongues
and pointy unsaids
but sometimes
with mind wide-eyed
and heart roots writhing
I've seen it
way differently
a vantage point
where pushpull face-plants
are winning lotto tickets
because maybe
we were kindling of yes
unable to keep it burning yet
and we would have fumbled it
far beyond repair
I'm fairly certain
our heartfelt invites
to instant cohabitation
would have ended
painfully
badly
traumas tripping
over hair triggers
in a 3-legged race
two smoking pistols
and four red feet
even Hello
seems too intense
to mouth
and from this
particular perspective
I can see how
every decision made in fear
led to whinging karmarang
tied with two strings
I daresay
one day we might
look back with a smile
that it went down this way
because the initial who
were not strong enough
to shoulder the immensity
nor surrendered enough
to float the fragility
of newborn carbon
gossamer whorl
in fact
I push all my chips
toward that
maybe there is
fortune in false starts
we make plans
but I bet The One
has better ones
so I'm pretty sure
we should sit down
and listen
for that breeze
to whisper
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
the ocean waves crash in and out
in and out
in
and
out
on a loop
loop
loop
loop
repeat after repeat repeat repeat
again and again and again and again
a force pushes them
a force pulls them
push pull
push pull
push pull
pushpull
like clockwork
like a magnet
-you & i
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
i am not me
im the thing opposite to
the vision in the
room adjacent
small muffled voices suggest through
this fixed wall tall
things that coulda or shoulda been said
on the other side
things that will be said
filled w dread in bed still cant get up
the sun hasnt won me over yet
im one with the moon
glowfist knuckle **** if i know pushpull hopedoom
lunacy looming over this
wish
to be
me
or something
bigger than me
something
i made
i am not me
i am not this
i am vision(less)
behind the wall next
theres no door theres no window
but ill find a way in
or not
i might jus warm
my hands in the corner
of this dialed-up nondescript
dark elongated room
im torn
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
i ride her grayed gyri,
slipping from crest to crest
as it undulates
into dank sulci; trough of her troubles
mirroring, i think, my own
interpretation of hers,
and of mine:
and this
entwine, it writhes
like lithe yeses
half-whispered, half-glossolalia secreting babbles
from faces wasted by pushpull cravings eaten.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
i am openshut basket case.
a real cool hand luke
who throws febrile shade
on all
the things.
step on the corona of my silhouette
and i wet gods red
with bottled up passive agro tactics.
king.
crown.
thrown
into
this ****
i didnt ask for it;
so, now im asking
for it.
i like to think i was,
once upon
a slick timespace,
******* whole -
instead of
flipped chan-
nel;
snow s t a ti c,
no signal;
running TVly
with bulls that pushpull the cool
that keeps me
from editing me out
with metallic deletes.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
it wasn't your honey
that got me
nor was it
your smolder
they may be
most dimpliest lines
but what shook me
from numb to sprung
violent stripping
my own *******
what woke me
from prison slumber
was
your dent fingers
shaking crimson
still
reaching
strife gone strive
leaning into lightbloom
curled in a corner
dim pulse knocking
how in the center
of rage-iced pain
tornado torn lone
you felt it
reflecting my own
pushpull oblong halo
still
orbiting
even our fuckits and flails
have aftertaste
of skies slid
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
You seem to have mastered
The art of yo-yo-ing hearts.
I doubt you'd say the same
Because to you,
it's a game from the start.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
this
existence
one small round
mass
filled with harmful and
arms that pushpull
this
exit
is one rectangled act
away
cascade of wait's
run till none is left
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
habit always circles the drain
toward novelty's end
feel the pushpull torque
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
onions and roses
pushpull fools
sweet something's
whispered
into your
torque
we'll endure
the shade of
spent flesh wakes
together
or
apart
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
while I was locked
and gagged
inside me
I took the time to
do some crucial things
enabling me to
face you
shakily
I went back
to the beginning
ate each and every thing
I thought was a no
and inked over
so hard I
ripped
the paper
with yes
I edited
our timedlines
inside my mind
struck thru rejections
Sharpie marked in insecure
pushpull bulls puncturing
red cloaked fear
with horns
I engineered
utmost empathy
by stumbling through
scenes I thought I knew
in your dusty kicks
forlorn and weary
in a bath robe
and I prayed
with heart splayed
between wide legs
whispering my truth:
your name
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 3:23 PM UTC