another genius dead by suicideto add to my lists of influencesand reasons i love youi fell asleep quickly and aloneand woke before my alarmanxious nausea sandwichedbetween long silent days you said you feel the most like yourselfwhen you are alone and i saidhoney that’s everyone that’s all of uswhen i am alone i am soContinue reading “lock your own door”
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tequila lime
i am aching achingto bring you intomy arms my bedas a rock to keep mefrom drifting into seasof terror and sweatand hollow visionsbut i have studiedi know this map welland the place we’d dockwould certainly be roughi will brave these seasalone perhaps you willbe prouder of me
what i was trying to say was
creatively barren timeslead to bad decisionsi have thrown a sledgehammerat my values systemand watched it shatter like iceonly men enter my house nowand i can’t bring myselfto love any of them oh trust is such a hard thingfor a shackled heartand a mind full of rusty nailsi am diving back into a lake of pageshopingContinue reading “what i was trying to say was”
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your heart/his heart/my heart
something told me you’d neverbe this happy until you really meant ityou find something worth lovingand hold on tight enough to break ityou get to experience surpriseat its flexibilityand relax into comfortable quietwhen it doesn’t even crack this is universally trueacross the board we scratch and shakewhen our love lines upwith sharp abrasive objects soContinue reading “your heart/his heart/my heart”
another poem about ye covid
in these uncertain timesi am certain that i have surrounded myselfwith top-quality hearts and mindsi am staying home, bathingin a deep pool of caring in these trying timesi have tried to offer solaceand understanding to the ones gnawed byanxiety rats as we adjust to our new normali realize i want nearly nothing to change
should’ve been us
the part that rips me apartis you play a tough guy on tvgunslinger with soft handsthat betray the lie in every touchoh you’re such a characteri wonder sometimesif i molded you out of my ownsynapses and neuronsand quickened heartbeats
dim bulbs, small village
the problem, alwaysis the diminishing returns& at some point you find yourselfin the wee hours drinking wine &cutting lines to sun kil moonwhile the beautiful ones sleepas if you couldn’t close your own eyesbut you’re hundreds of milesfrom anyone who’s ever really given a shityou could call & get another talkabout worry & your bloodContinue reading “dim bulbs, small village”
cassavetes says he isn’t taking my calls anymore
suppose there’s a point of pointlessnesswhere complaining just puts you inone of those obligating positionsand low-maintenance seems bestbut lo it is lonely waiting againbitches i’m back to havingnothing but some bit partof someone else’s lowlife hearts want what hearts wantwhat hearts want what heartswant what hearts want whatheart wants the consolation kisswhich creates no differencebetweenContinue reading “cassavetes says he isn’t taking my calls anymore”
and we are all dehydrated
i could so effectively eraseevery aspect of my presencenon-tactile and undrinkablewithout giving notice always a warm bed waitingarms to grasp &lungs to gasphair tangled from correspondence made flesh angel singingi am the only one nowi am the only one nowi am the only one now i am the only one now none of this makesContinue reading “and we are all dehydrated”
mattress dungeon 