Muse

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11.28.16
im beginning to question myself
to tame the madness
with the peace prospect
to forget any shoe dropped in the first place.
I’ve been caught belly up from bellow, you scratch my surface
and ripple my spine into sensation

did you know id been crystal before now?
Jane Doe between our actions
not sure who’s taming who – maybe we’re just sloppy. slapping bodies together until our skin breaks.
this is what you wanted isn’t it?
its not hurricane
but i can feel the rain again – the sky would never fall for free.

Ostentatious

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11.26.16

a better bed than any of the many ive been laid on
where i sleep

your eagerness is capricious
but your hands are shaking.

slow down kid

11.25.16
chosen, bells and i
to taste gold and
come close enough to glory to
be edged between
greatness and no longer human.
deviants with wisdom beyond their wisdom
eyes too small too thirsty
purging our faces of what we can no longer hold.

so we settle.
it’s important

for us to stay because we
left.

11.23.16
quaint combination of fingertips
laced with crow it seems
i must keep one foot off the earth
to feed wolven archetypes
im a master
off-course repetition
hoping only to humm it tame
here
present
ill imagine my insanity your reflection
somethings gotta give

11.22.16
Ive met the orchid man before
the one i plead with- not while i hold you
the one that won’t die
no matter how punctured
stubborn dull sword. she’s special.

even in my dreams
gratuitous acrobatics and unnecessary
back arches.

splitting at the storylines
we’re in this together somehow
i
regain grace in pieces of myself
do you find it this hard too?

radical acceptance

11.21.16
im purging out exhaustion
calling up the neighbor skin
to toughen up
the sweat cold bath feverish in recoils
4:00 a.m bloodbaths
and an unseen need to
cave into good nature

I’m breaking an entering
into my own domain
hoping to gut out the tar from my toes
recover space
and fill it with good fortune

no more war
no more war
no more war

 

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11.20.16
i’m stretching beyond boundary
thinly sliced into action
i’m abundant
too there to be here. too here to be there.

11.18.16
Better batter.
fox calls, early morning rise
youre den’s been crashed in
salted
turned with lemonade and bitter sugars
how long will you chase your own tail?
its not up to us to decide our capacity
beauty in the eye of the beholder, right dear?
nothing about this is beautiful
its rough and messy
far from abstract its
snarling
cringe your nose in disgust.

lets play fox and hound.

11.17.16
showers clean time off my skin
wants to jump out of its undoing
there’s no place like no place like no place
and you’re there
clearly a mold into the mattress
two stucco to fit elsewhere
you’ve been caged
to a twin bed and an arm that falls asleep sooner now

let me tie your wrists
free your body
lets do moon walks and fox dances
lets prance around the map like stubborn pins

we’re more trailer park Storie than Gulliver
there’s Macgyver in our bones
use them

…

im bitter with the cold
snapping whelp-pup

11.15.16
Car wash day
I’ve been keeping tabs on the filters for extra particles
dreaming of lovers lovers lovers
the kind I was to (k)hiss.
it’s been a long time since
millennia.
i’m cooing hoots in space hoping for moisture to carry enough weight
to reach your brow
for your hand to grace the wet away – curiously
this is effortless.

 

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11.19.16
A1 called me a fool

since then ive been called magic
succubus, healer, she-wolf, goddess-
the fox calls me a legend.
Too mystery to be true too far to be loved
unevenly
we are inconsequential. an impossibility to strive for
i’ll gift you expectation
i’ll gift you one day
ill leave you with the could be
you too.

an unachievable desire
or a buffer between you
and reality
types that makes you forget you live with yourself.

let your head spin around it.

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11.14.16
Even if they never come at me from the side
i know well of the pain
when skin pulls on metal it sustains
a grasp of ambiance. The type that makes you empty
your pockets and litter your bank account away.

i know i’m probably the nettles
that has left you r
skin bruised and calloused
like -knocking won’t do you no good
because ghosts
are never the problem
people… people
are the problem.
so i’ll paint you a shade of unruly kidney then,
i’ll be some

diuretic.

 

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11.08.16
I’ve wrangled enough
Granules to keep crumbs
From the inside of my sheets
They now sit, firm formed and
Pretentious. Pleading.
like we all saw it coming
Like signing will make it any better.
Only our growls will
Make true the raw of my throat
Arias to our disbilief.
Your innocence is- kind – Sarah-tonin to my melanin.

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11.06.16
I told you
I never claimed to be a nice person
But you – you’ve coated your mirror in velvet and see Minos looking back
i’m poplar twine, fishnet, and sandpaper
so no. I can’t trust you.

 

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10.04.16
instigator
that’s what they call it

9.11.16
there’s a madness in the air
it will take us all by snout
if we don’t watch our curiosity

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10.22.16
maybe you’re scared of the same thing
maybe you’ve emptied so deep
your inside out now
the sun had wilted your wet
the air has cracked your whole

the shoe has dropped and
insanity is maybe the best excuse for
reassurance
or at least
repetition.
on it’s last leg theres no fixation on how much
a lion would prowl

I’m here
back arched, teeth bare
can you hear it?