"scapulae" poems
When it comes to forgiveness
In truth there is not a single body
to be forgiven except for your own
Let go of that self with an inner smile
Let these subtle flocculation dissolve in the pipelines
By inner knowledge
and flow Down the back
drawing the borders of the levator scapulae
On Both sides of the neck
where both lines shall meet to run down
through the gutter of the cervical curve
A clearing and space created for it by compassion and
Skin Replaced by the regenerated cells of the mind purified
And that pseudo-self delivered from the sacrum to the ***** of mother earth
with a truthful farewell.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
I write for people
who have not made it
out of the dark yet
I write for girls and boys
and everyone burning between
I write for those with gardens of pain
bursting in their lungs,
for everyone so tenderhearted
they quiver
at the red wilderness
of splendor and absurdity
around us
I write for souls with teeth,
for shadow eyes,
for scapulae fighting to become wings,
for rage and awe condensed to the point of
explosion
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
I swear she's an angel with scapulae for wings
She sleeps with her back to me
so I can feel their beating in my chest
How I want to be the sin for which an angel fell
Her golden mane falls drunkenly on her shoulders
One day I found a 14 karat thread
clinging to the shower wall
And I tore out one of my own just to be there with yours
If I could, I would
grow your hair from my pores
Just to feel that much
closer once more
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
drifting, drifting
half fearful, half willing
instead I fall into
something empyreal
I fall into you
your arms constrict
you hold me still, planting amative kisses on the once reluctant bambino
baby unfurls at once, letting out little sounds of
almost
venery
almost venery
almost venery
sunlight filters in through the little slit at the bottom of the blinds
as I am lit by my own alpenglow, a little by the **** a little by the scapulae
why do these phantom pains only become pains as soon as somnolence breaks?
I keep this in my heart.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC