Hear Him

This lust rises

In me and like a rose

 

I wilt in denial

 

His lacrimose antimonium specialty of

Thinking like a genius

His quaking freedom and mystique

 

I am once again fallen how help me

 

Save me I am the dew on the spring flower

For once mistral takes me and aloft I sweep over the farmland

 

Terranious offerings and a bit sober to the touch

He sees me and I am frozen

 

Oh! Longing, down special craft inundated

So much more than how one can be spelled

The crest of seasonal things and

A meandering time

Just for me

Just for once

 

 

 


 

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The Turbidity of Another Love

Empty air in my lungs stinging like tissue bandages

Over my eyesight in and out so love

Go, go, go find your love and sting like the pimple under socket

So frond, grow grow grow into your love and sting like soulcrest

Frost in Jack and the drink imbibe, darkness once again

Too still for empty streets, we find our home outside ourselves

Daring, to know so much about the night

Oh, sing me a song of moonlight and ruinous skylit sunsets

Unspeakable additions and numerical conundrums fit for kings

May we swell with love, love in our memory when our dreams crash and burn

And with my sting I sweat the dust right off

Spend time in the crust of this planet to rogue off and wince like pain is under no name

Send me your letter, I miss you

I’ll crawl off the beach right into the depths with the jellyfish and ray sharks

Outside me, finally, air I can breathe, in this the water where above there is only blue darkness

Limited intuition knows me, I’m home, down here, with the thought of you

Go surf, go blind, ride the night and gun down my standing to shell off the turbidity of another life

This Way That Way, All Together… Right?

Burn it

Burn it to the core and see inside

Inside yourself, for once, inside others and inside the world

The beauty of a timeless treasure once lost, regained

To imagine the bounty of life in all its splendour

I lie, in my inner being, on somber moment for spell of thirst

To drink the blood of deer and cat and grant

Grant my memory to them, for they are death and reincarnation

No somnolence in study or loss of memory

But wonder and tawdry nuance

Still, complete as a picture is want to be, so as it is said

We all see, this photo of the mind in the space surrounding

To see too little, so little, but the raw grains of truth, love, and beauty

The rice splits, the pot boils over

The time is come to dance like an angel

To feel the royalty of denouncement

And the hilarity of it all

Laugh! Laugh! Laugh at your enemies

For they are the funniest people you will ever meet

And see what joy they bring you with their anger

It is still, in the underground

It is still, in the pool of memory and time

So one more time:

Tell me, where do you live?

Resurrection, Warrior

I simultaneously feel like I’m dying and resurrecting

But the turnout for the show’s not great

I recurrently forget what I was th-h-h-h-inking.

High. Higher than Mount Everest (why is it spelled that way?)

Beyond the breeze

Gentle mist

Ahhh—the crest of your chest bounces

As demons take shape in the land

Never abandon

Never forget

Party on, warrior(!)

Do Scars Make People Attractive?

You

I want you

Because of your scars

Because your father abused you

Because you were forced into ballet before you could walk

 

Me?

I am similar

With a different sport

I won’t disclose

But: David Foster Wallace

Should be a hint

 

We were made to be

We love each other

We are scarred

Imagine how much more damage we could do