11.03.16
Sarah-phin
A comfortable familiarity
fresh air, my lungs are healing.
11.01.16
It should be colder
But they still burn hands around my throat
10.31.16
No mere lion
I’ve been roared into wrong
unhinged from the last straw
of sanity –
like medusa
it hurts to look.
Let this not be the rock in your memory
10.29.16
there’s push in my reflection
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
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?
10.20.16
jubilation
the kind that takes you up and lets your down
rough and slow
rope burn between your fingers
remember that next time you point a finger
its no use emptying your pockets
if your clinging to the knife in your hand
10.12.16
her cancer spread to my heart
his head
their skin
there was nothing in her bones less brittle
than our stability.
we clawed our way through honeymoon bee stings
ate crow for breakfast and
took palms to our fists at night
do you recognize fear?
when the beast becomes the fawn
we’re bloodied in our own guilt
there’s no washing this off.
our desires disease compassion
my knees are tired of bending.
this is the birth of snake skin
Ax3
08.09.16
A3
something tells me I’ve re-winded
given extra fingers
a mirror to my nervous system
someone plucked you from a memory
and re-shaped for my pleasure
i’ve never been very competitive
as long as i get what i want
move you queen
closer to my king
a barricade of not so strong walls
your hand closer to me
your breath smelling
victorious
morning afters are blissful
disappointment is not destruction of false expectations
disappointment is something you choke on after a shot of tequila
cash only hun
your bluff has been called
A2
she wrecked me
ruffled curls mopping my untidiness
with some odd combination of sprung rigidity
there’s nothing wrong with a little deviancy
specially not when they’re as uniform and
tactical
as your routines
lets play house and watch it all burn burn burn
A1
i met you and i learned to howl
to pick pockets
carefully
to be carried in their waist, fed bred crumbs, fun-
size-up the opportunity and take a chance on the next hitch
i learned how to empty my life and fill it with alive
how to brunt the heat and face the cold
how to un-hunt
how to relish
how to rue pride rock
from the bottom of the food chain
if i could take it back
i would give anything
to try try try
and cut my fingers
there are craters in you
if you call
i will fill every inch of your moon.
City-sin
Virginia
make a topography out of me
to flip
my numbers into some muddled righteous dyslexia
Correcting the child out of youth
scratch that innocence off your face kid
here we learn adaptation
is the finest form of courage
and survival of the fittest
isn’t just for those with claws.
look at you child
monstrous beast
you’re terror makin
mothers cry at the sight of you
pick you belly up from the table
and scratch American into your doll house
you won’t fit in
through that small window anyway
even the boys won’t play with you no more
Colombia
i can’t even speak about you
Athens
you smell like whiskey and cheap vomit
i’ve neer tastend beer before
this can of worms becomes a legend dating back
to green fairies
fairly learning how to prance in a circles
train tracks
train me how
train wrecks
i’m taking it in the back seat
fish and fries
exactly what you’re thinking
i was too young
you were to rough.
II
10.08.15
“two lies with one truth”
for the sake of omission
let me just tell you
i am always always honest with you.
i know
she’s a smooth with transition as i am with sitting still
if i shook you,
you could mistake the air
for an earthquake
call me magic
back and fourth
between circles of our youth
you know me
un-ripe
in the morning
take my blanket colored eyes and cover yourself
so the moon remembers how to shine.
10.07.15
i find myself
more in more
resenting morning.
what i want isn’t what i have
it is the ideas i fall in love with
the lust, forthcoming
murders that passion of the soul.
“For reason ruling alone, is a force confining. And passion, left unattended, is a flame the burns to its own destruction.”
K.G
10.06.15
for now
know the nurture of safety
is painting at my grounded
i will write every day
until i don’t
she’ll be here
until she’s not
know that the lightning of pleasure
is always a few strokes away
always
distance,
in retrospect
is far more intimidating
I’ve forgotten how many miles my feet can cover
I’ve forgotten – it is my nature
to keep looking forwards
leave that step behind.
10.04.15
having a grand ol fukin time being smitten
i’ve been dating a writer
she’s more of an actor
really more of an actor
she’s cum
lustfull and cancerous
i’ve answered open
wet from the rain
ready for heat.
ready to re-learn how to breath
drinking sleepless nights
broken brakes and a set of keys.