Linger
Like money burning
a hole in your pocket.
Like lips
bekissed
sizzling.
Worse than strangers'
sinister stares
or slurs they slither
for sniveling snickerers.
Like a cat
crossing your path
or a rabbit running past.
Leftovers
you forgot you had.
Someone els's
memories
left to stale in my head.
Pool of Narcissus
Losing sleep, deleting tweets,
Condensed breaths bruise,
purple hanging in the blackened air.
Alien bloodthirst stains my vision,
Paints my face
with twisted expressions.
For better or worse,
I'll never forget the woman who said apologies would make her look bad.
So many see themselves Narcissus.
I find myself the pool.
Stuck
A densely hollowed core:
Ubiquitous, Epicentric,
and gluttonous
tributary mouths.
An infinite goblet
pours life
from its own
delta:
A heavy pool of vapors
disintegrate and bond, still
a vast emptiness
fills its hearth
The null ebb flows
an endless void
instantaneously compressed, continuously
captured, frozen, in a moment
of suspended circulation,
And a dead pulse
echoing
in my chest.
Valkyrie
Her greatest weapon,
Her shield,
A mirror.
Having A Job
A yellow exhaustion falls
from my eyes.
Muscles stiffen
for a lingering yet imminent
terror -- a waking rigor mortis.
Bloody sink, a lack of sleep
Another night of clenched teeth,
Head in a vice grip,
Daggers in my heart so
I sleep on my back.
Sit up enough to wearily dress
my naked wounds.
Staring at bright lights,
Fingers collide with cold stone,
Begging for a warmth which never arrives.
Hard to see, hanged man,
Crushed neck, suffocated,
Slew at the desk.
Slug blood, just collecting cheques.
Necrofactures betting life
against the house.
Graveyards swell
with broken hearts and
Nothing won
without everyone lost.
Every day is
take your damage to work
day.
(untitled)
Absorbing bile, darkened mindbody,
a doppelganger tattooed
with a mask of anger.
Devil I would never call
myself,
Nor the ghosts who possess me.
Innervated, slowly numb,
pain creeps
like a forest fire.
From my chest I feel my fingers,
Cold burns
like a sand of thorns.
Phantom rivers drip
from my crown,
Tissue scarred
like mirrors
rage & fear
too often look alike.
Strength & softness
intertwine, but
each alone
only isolates us both.
I'm about to cum, or am I?
Exhausted lovers lay tangled.
Bed sheets shed like excited undress,
a transmuted body:
An oasis of sweat & drool.
The room heavy
with rapid, recuperating sighs
And humid
with the rainfalls of passion.
A thin tendril of cigarette smoke
spoils the saccharine air, like
A drowning agony
in a sea of honey.
The dry cherry reflects
the heat of two simmering bodies, glistening
the juices of fruit crushed
under hand & foot.
A smile breaks
the face of one statue so chiseled in rapture,
The floor underneath
aches sympathetically.
A whisper interrupts
the dialogue of pounding hearts
to seductively suggest: "Now,
let's do a silly one."
If you've ever done anything kind for a stranger you are a bastard who should be publicly shamed.
"You don't even know those men
and you're cooking for them?"
gurgled the mouth,
full of slag.
Every miasmic breath
the bubbling fumigation
of a croaking, rotten corpse.
Every lip smack spatters crude oil.
Only the sun
of shame
has burned these cheeks,
no thrill able to reach the isolationist
sequestered to the antisocial funeral pyre.
Their community
a simulation
of lurking,
Unabated
intellectual combat,
whose muscles only flex phalanges
and form a chalice
to their holy tablet
of glass & aluminium.
Nervous silicon
provides the only warmth
& illumination,
And kindness
no longer falls from their tongue.
Earthflax, the unquenchable
Desire and
Domination and
Bloodthirst and
Self-hate.
Destruction.
Magnification.
Amplification.
Louder & louder,
In chorus,
In dissonance,
In opposition, and yet
To the same never-end.
Give me your poison, your venom
For I am Water,
And I will Purify.
Burn me
And You
will extinguish.
Break me
and you will be rebuilt.
Drink in me, breathe in me
so deep and so often,
Forgiveness will spread
And kill
Your anguish,
Your fear,
Like a cancer you wish would take you first.
[scene]
Music flows
from a body
Carnivorous,
The flesh sinks
its teeth
in motion.
The skeleton
of rest
dies in crooked silence.
Its proportions exploded
like birds in flight.
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I pick the bitterness
off my fingernails
The pith of my own skin
argues
A warm sun sets
a cold, smoldering red.
The weight of your fruit
remembered in my flesh.
Distance grows heavy
with silence.
Sharp tongues tap my ears,
And warm syrup falls
like rubies
From my crown.
Everything I learned by Loving Women
Women are not human. They're angels.
Women always have back pain.
Women love bongs.
Women love being described,
And hate being understood.
Women are constantly naked and
/or writing a book.
Women have ten thousand hands
& even more faces
& I'm lucky to see
Even a single one.
They love annoying me,
but that's what friends are for.
If you know 6 women,
you likely collectively possess all knowable
information in history.
Beauty ferments, and
as it ages, becomes only more
complex & effervescent.
They love their little beverages.
They exhibit low-level monster behaviour which
attracts the affection of other women
with critical effectiveness.
They love to hear how much I love my wife.
They love shooting me with arrows.
I am losing so much blood.
They are like fireflies.
Apply a little pressure with your thumb,
& they pop
A glowing ooze.
I'm coming over, you better not be romanticizing your melancholic solitude
Like a conduit for lightning,
Sky meets earth in an explosive, electric chorus.
Unison obliviates the frivolous.
No space
for pain
nor torment
between the tenuous grips
of determination,
Only sweat
& dirt
in the nail beds
of fingers
Flowing like rivers.
Harmony takes hold
like air to wings
without ever leaving the ground:
A sonnet of toes & fingers,
effortless communion
that draws its own breath
like fire-licked pipe
organ keys.
If you could weigh your thoughts in grams
Every sentence stars with your hands and feet.
Leaving the ground just to remain there,
One foot, two,
Fifteen, or sixty.
A body language spoken
Not by gesture,
But by blood & muscle,
And balance,
Pronounced
in heavy breaths
& beads of sweat
A dialogue of questions, flexions, & extensions
Answered only by acceptance or rejection.
Flight in harmony, but
Drowning in ignorance.
Mother nature's tongue whispers
Through arms & legs,
Salivating lactic acid.
Her teeth,
As big as your head,
Nip fingertips like serrated blades.
To listen closely is to soar, to fly from your toes.
There is no space for thoughts
Or words,
Only open ears
To the mountain's song.