a suicidal instinct can manifest in one’s choice of partner we push each other out of line and hope to make chalk lines out of these piles of snow when he says: let’s drink and drivei spring for the 12% abvwhen the road twists aheadmy laugh echoes off the shale wallsi know which songs toContinue reading “cassavetes pt ii”
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life lessons
yes take your little hobbiespractice well and be wellrounded and keep your curvesyour figure little piggyyour body is your greatest giftthe man the man that god hath plannedshall receive with joy yes do your little workplace invisible trophiesinto tiny cases in casesomeday i’ll glance your wayand find some pride to sparebut know it’s unimportantthere areContinue reading “life lessons”
emptiness extravaganza
bruise fingers & drain pensfor no purpose beyondthe holiest of holypointless effortsinging its own melodyinto the stained wallpaperstudies show a lack of judgment& widespread low moralewhen was the last timeyou found this book interestingwhen was the last time
compared to all the local celebrities
this box of brainsfeels so much lessthan special at timeswishing that my favoriteartists weren’t so uncoolor that i cared about houseplantsand had an eye for decoratingor a gender identityor that i played tennis really wellthat languages would stickand i could cite theorywhile i give you a glimpseof the horsehead nebulathrough my elaborate telescopebefore utterly blowingContinue reading “compared to all the local celebrities”
two out of three
in the beginning was the wordquickened fluttering in the stomachgiven breath and borninto its shape in your mouthwe handle this verbal claywith varying levels of gracei missed your mastery of sculpturethe voluptuous, luscious Llike slow-dripped honeythe uh a rounded bubblerising with its soft throaty thrustthe V carved sharpby teeth against lipsmudged edge of lush forestonContinue reading “two out of three”
lock your own door, pt. ii
should i switch to tequilain spite of our rotten limesfeet in lead bootsroll me into the riverwatch me sinkin defiance of your expectationsoh you thought i’d fightyou thought i’d swimyou did did yousorry to disappointbut what’s else is new my patience is as shortas your memoryor your attention spanor the straw i drewdown on youContinue reading “lock your own door, pt. ii”
nocturne: swamp thing
something about standingin a swamp slimed with pond scumbuilding a bridge with fallen treessurprised at what i can carrythese strangers approachcalling me by namethey have a letter for memistakenly delivered years agowhen it would have matteredthe envelope is covered withnotes about how to find methey’ve made it a mystery to solvethey seem so proud myContinue reading “nocturne: swamp thing”
portrait photography
does a camera existwhich could catch you as you arebreaking intense focusto bathe me with a smilethat clicky-tic noise you makehands deep in a developing bagblack t shirt and simon joynerplaying in the rainy breezeand grey light soft as your sheetsone bare dirty foot stretchedtoward me, sitting on the bedreading this shitty novel
if you get an outfit you can be a cowboy too
normally you wouldn’t be caught deadwith someone who looks like mein this embarrassing dresswith the fringe and sequinsand the blisters in my heels it’s tiring making the effortnails broken down to nothingpainted hot pink and shimmeringgold like the fillings in yourperfect teeth sinking deep we still come up short we have thisin common and it’sContinue reading “if you get an outfit you can be a cowboy too”
i’ll dream of this in december
wet heat so profound lungs swell shut the fan oscillatesdriving muggy airback and forthover soaking sheetsmidnight and the breezeforces garbage flavorsdown in a gulpwe are automaticfalling into a hazeof dreams that sort ofresembles sleephalf-wake with stickyskin iron-on patchedto each other andi want you but i can’t move
mattress dungeon 