VELVET

9.14.20
stay the fuck away from my dreams.

VELVET

7.20.20
i wouldnt lie
if i said i think about you when im with them
every kiss is a lie
for both of us

tell me again about trellis
and how it tricks the mind
how you never know where it will end up

how we are always licking flames you and i
we’ve been burned

i know you’ll break me
humble me

you already have
mercy on me please
im beggin on your feet take me in
to the night. together.

VELVET

7.18.20
youre going to break my heart
maybe that’ll be good for me

VELVET

7.1.20
we were raised by the skirts of the same mountain
seems all those years ago
our affections were only
milk teeth for today’s molars

we are
everything that time let live
fermented sugarcane and effervescence
smooth that way like floating glass bottles
something flush that forgives after an eruption you and i

we are the the tide dancing with the moon for breakfast
we are sweat in the wind with no towel
perfuming ourselves with river minerals

we had to loose ourselves
to domesticity and monotony in order to re-learn
this our own guidance
roaring the forest from our throats
making plants shiver with presence of our bodies

we had to be there
to be here now
in the moonlight by the river

VELVET

6.15.20
for someone as pathologically secretive as me
the substance of things hoped for
and the evidence of things unseen defines
magic

youre another year around the sun
and im over the moon
in your garden
eden never tasted as pure
like your fingers on my lips are unsure
if they’re seeking to vibrate with moans
or swallow moral probity

i didn’t know i was speaking about you
when i agreed to re-write old chapters
time has a way
of making compost out of expectations

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.

 

 

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.