"tessellating" poems
you are my animal, and
I am your whip.
what exists between us
is only dust—a milky
center of blood
tessellating
with
heart cells.
I’d hide in your
briefcase and
be smuggled across
the boarder as
a cheese knife
if only you’d look
at me—your animal,
my whip sending
flakes of fresh flesh
midway
along
magnets…but
be careful.
once you catch
crack of my sting
there is no going back.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
I was with the grass.
Trees steadily swaying above me
Birds flew like sparks
It was blue with cotton clouds
Drifting calmly about. Tessellating , separating and tessellating again.
The sun was lowering from the darkening sky, preparing to retire
Into the ocean of the azure.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
She is organized in a way that is unfathomable,
An alluring contradiction with the eyes of a madwoman
On the body of a laid-back cat.
You try to ****** her but she is everywhere above you
And every night when you meet her
She already has you trapped inside with everyone else
who is propelled by her many solar systems.
You watch her when she appears dormant.
You can try to calculate her patterns,
But since you met her she has worn nine different faces,
And she dresses as too many species to name
Yet you may think she is tame.
This is true, she does less damage than she is capable of,
So test her limits but remember that
The universe has no edge.
She is curved and always expanding.
You can’t decide if she is too fat or just the right size
Because she is shapeless and swimming before your eyes.
Her stars are many but her constellations are uneventful.
She bursts her stars like whiteheads
And swallows herself up in the muddy, black potholes left behind.
Her galaxies overlap too much to be teased apart.
Each sun has its own ideas about gravity
And claims each others’ planets as their own.
This is not a harem though for she is not polyamorous.
Worse, they are tessellating love triangles.
Love for her is like politics only there is only one wing, one branch
And all parts are just a sum of her.
She couldn’t love you even if she wanted to.
There is already too much for her to maintain,
Too much to spread evenly across your small body
And too much for even God to see.
You’re not an astronomer, a telescope is a peep show to you
You lie in your hammock seeking instant gratification, all of her all at once.
Even if she were simply one of those stars
She wouldn’t travel light-years for you.
You think you know her, the brightest star above you,
The one you stare at thinking she is staring at you,
The one who flips her hair like the other girls you like,
Who all share the burden of giving you
The satisfaction of having something to flirt at,
Something glorious to form into feeble prey
With your small, shallow eyes, and which you use to glorify
Your own simple machine of a body.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC
we are an infinite regress
of reflections and refractions
of actions and reactions
complex fractions
of interference patterns
and mathematical interactions
intricately intersecting connections
branching on tracks
through the confusing profusion
of this soothing illusion we create
of reality being a place
tessellating in parallel space
like an abstract fractal
in an interdimensional tesseract
reflecting back on itself forever
Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 2:06 PM UTC
I saw God in a cheap motel
& He said I was trying too hard
He told me I should lighten up
But I was too preoccupied tracking time through vibrating echoes in the air
Rapidly evolving and devolving
And screaming out of my ******* head
My consciousness deserted the hollow husk of self
And like a gas, expanded to fill the room
Shattered the shit-stained windows, and expanded to fill the world
Laughing skinless skulls filled up the tessellating skies
& their hysteric soundwaves penetrated the oceanic depths of my mind
Where Machiavellian machinations revolved ceaselessly
Circling unattainable ends
I need to release the pressure
But my consciousness has grown so colossal I no longer know how to **** it
I **** out all the venom & vinegar I drink
And my lungs refuse to give in to poison fumes
& I cry out in frustration
Will I ever meet God again?
I wanna tell him I lightened up
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
The leaves were prisms of glass
Light scattered in every direction
Flowing green over stream and bush
Warm and lovely and lush
I stopped to stare through honey-filled eyes
The softly winding gravel path
Marked my way between the trees
Birds sang and flew between their nests
Sporting their technicolour crests
Leaves drifted through the summer breeze
I could not prevent my pleasant smile
Or so you had told me some other time
The rushing water tessellating, sparkling
And alive with the spirit of joy
Drowned out my often crowded mind
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
You want two cellphones with
different functions, and a clock
that doesn't work.
A tessellating, complementary work
of art but you're glad with what
you have. Someone to talk to over pizza.
And another over some wine.
It's never what it seems when you're
insecure, always inconsistent.
And a clock that doesn't work.
Who draws the lines and why do
they put them there?
We all do, because we always have.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
I longed for you, on thousand sunrises that together we'll spend thousand sunsets.
We always felt the same, different perspectives and different hues tessellating on blank canvas we call life.
I love you in black and you love me in darkest shade of black together we breed vantablack.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 6:05 AM UTC