My skin always rejecting itself tiny open wounds, blemishes, holes to another world I’m full of them it’s chaos down there organized, but not understandable my mother always warned me said I don’t want scars and here I am pocked and marred, the relic of restless hands over an itchy strangers skin Advertisements
It came to me As if in a dream Moving swiftly Ever closer and I can’t close my eyes I’ve never felt this Far from the dawn I’m dreaming in shapes Closer to you They move me forward They push me And pull me I never came to Such a state as you Folding over […]
I know I don’t have to say it, but to encapsulate feelings in the movement of air is to give my thoughts shape; to push my love for you through the universe. Intention in waves, in attention of you.
I sit, muting the sunsets with My dirty thoughts–the mountains In the distance aglaze as, “Don’t think about cocaine,” Runs through my brain. I feel stained by my mere Existence as I feel warmth, Yet wish for a mistress To ease the night From my worried mind.
Goodnight, cruel world, I am but a phantom on a Lonely sea. I know Nothing but the joy Of rot and the growth of me. If I woke up tomorrow Without any sorrows, I wouldn’t quite know how to be. I will not drown, I only wish to be lulled To sleep by the wailing […]
In the long and lonely pines I found the thrum of a heartstring beating on the branches that were bending in the wind. I plucked it out on thin and gossamer webs, strung it out cross trees and paths, strewn with gold and green confetti, the woodland’s decorations for a dying year. I danced and […]
I paint a lonely shape in the sky My body is cut out of air and Seems to only take up space I don’t know if I matter, or I guess how much of a matter I am Out of all figures, I now like yours The very most and see it behind Closed eyes […]
These are the good times, the high times. Honey balm on my heels, The serpents bite doesn’t sting so much, And I’m really trying not to get caught Up in pheromones and throaty moans, Because I can’t tell when I’m crying Out in ecstasy or pain. I’ve always Been wondering about all the death; I […]
So tired, the weight of a damp world sopping on my shoulders–and who put that bloody towel about my neck, but my stained hands alone–who else could have waked the beast already wandering in dreams of devouring whole psyches full, who fed the monster weary food for thought, as lines in broken plaster, stolen in […]
A seasonal return of a pudgy ally, filling from summer for sickle come fall, and I am harvested, heralding death to reap her profits, and seed the rebirth of another ripening year.