first it was the legs that simply disappeared
then the arms took the hands and left in quiet prayer
a torso should be enough to hold a head high but the heart just isn’t there
the spine is still intact and continues to play along though it abnormally curves in fear
when the eyes align
I swear I’m alive
but the body isn’t here
in a heavy fog I am swallowed
washed out of my skin
peeled at every layer
any doctor could take a bite
chart my territory in a book
mark me for my subjects
and when they are through
sertraline is waiting
she is gray
she is blue
she matches me in mood
and I
treat her better
than strawberry fields
dandelions
honeysuckle
her ability is greater
her strength is true
and when I take her
I am washed away
washed away
a different kind of new
especially during refuge
I feel the moon dig
through a difficult womb
desperate for comfort
begging for rebirth –
this life has burned
flesh from bone
stripped every vein
from duty
and I have just sat
chewing on beetles
biting off fingerprints
asking for peace
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Speaking of cobwebs we were
just sitting upright
gulping venom
from her breast
choking on slivers of
her silk line
rocked by her black belly
slow burn
when she would spin, spin, spin
wrapping our full-bodies in shame
trapping us as prey
feeding off our guilt
until we bled out
still
empty
alone
Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplashthat while my sleepy eyes seem to fade
I am causing earthquakes.
I am growing stars.
*Keep Up My Friends 😉
in here
oxygen has stopped moving
a body is melting over a dream
that is alive and well
an intention
blackwater
we intertwine like parasites
we love like decay
i could be convinced to move out of here
but every moon begs for this same
consistency
and I am no moon
start with a word
they don’t care which word you choose
as long as you begin
and, later, end
it’s just like a gunshot
these hot words in my head that force
blood to move
for once I am not tar
and the girl on the back of this page
she is certain
I will find a way
she sings it “goes on and on”
and it will
If I don’t stop it myself
because when your gaping petals expand
just to taste the blood of Christ
every velvet ant will find his way
to your core
because when you are born on the mouth of July
you are a sedative blue tongue
and they will come to extract
you from your veins
because your short life is meant to feed
caterpillars, it is impossible
to assume that you would be
collected in the fall
for more
In here, out there nobody sees. Pomegranate seeds shred through my teeth and we accept it. He smiles and of course it’s beautiful.
A blood moon grows 10,000 times what it was, in here. Out there, nobody knows.
I count, up to seven minutes in Heaven and wonder, in here.
Out there, nobody waits.
Everybody talks.
Everybody spits venom in the eyes of people they love.
I love him for the birds, he just doesn’t belong in here.
This desert is mine.
I sleep on cactus beds and wait….with time.
The sun is mine. I’ll keep it in a locket for those days that get dark, in here. Out there, nobody notices.
I smile. He smiles, and of course it’s beautiful.
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