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 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.
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 […]
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 […]
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.
This first poem, “Untitled”, is a revision of the same poem, which was posted in an earlier post titled A Taste of That Angst. I cut out lines that I thought were awkward or too personal–a problem that is often cited by critics. Let me know what you think. Does it enhance the feeling of the poem? […]
To Consume Consume: to altogether take up you, altogether take up me you, consume me devour me, you to I – the object of your consummation; I to you – the subject invading, no, enveloping the soft folds of my brain suffering from consumption this wasting disease of being overwhelmed by you eat me drink […]
I watched your toes bleed- I think you curled them under as you got nervous when you spoke. They scratched against the rock, perhaps, you didn’t notice but I watched, I watched the blood leak out of the top of your parched nub of a toe. I watched your toes bleed- I sat next to […]
I I need to go where this skin, this white skin,can be stripped away.Where I won’t feelthe looming sensations,of my shadow,dark and heavy,on my countenance,showing me mywhiteness. I need to be where thesepale handswon’t shine so bright;glare, rather. But I don’t want to blend. I want to stand out, but not as “special”, not as “chosen”,not as “pure”, but as the other,as different,as shunned-so I don’t […]