I guess this is where all the new stuff will go.
2018
My blood is full of light
November 28, 2018 2:37PM
My blood is full of light,
Sundered strands of glistening lumen
Dreams, rapt windows and un-bodied breath,
All bent as molten weaves.
The drug takes me under, my flesh
A memory. Weaving mesh of senses
Torn from the ground to the stars
To the peak of unbelief.
Pinprick atheistic joy.
All this walking of streets, the lonely
Human shadows flirting with neon and
Shadow warmth. I see your
Breath, we catch our eyes and
lose them.
There was a tangent here that
I’ve forgotten as we pulled each other
Close. A warmth lit of neon and
Frost, a closet sigh.
Wormwood took these souls and
Let it all free. No god, no fantastic ethereal breeze, just
Tampons and sand and
Erectile dysfunctional regret.
Our children appreciate this bargain but
Don’t know it yet. They light up all
Fluorescent while we wait silently
Waiting.
Blue frosted giants hover all tinsmoke and looming.
November 28, 2018 1:44PM
Blue frosted giants hover all tinsmoke and looming.
Etchings of stone and snow, eon-wheezing trees,
frosted silent sentient limbs, unlimbered needle
breeze.
Crackled paint
November 25, 2018 12:49PM
Crackled paint clings and
Sucks down dust,
Rusted endings, spray paint
Angst.
Whispers through cracks,
A room full of wheezing and
Hospital transcendence.
Your brain is above your body,
Motes in those green eyes, this
Heaven isn’t the promise you
Waited for, this
Peace is full of
Palpitations and grieving
Empty space.
Sun dried
November 23, 2018 12:50PM
Sun, dried,
Sunscreen wet,
Tapping feet to slides,
Neon pink and
Sunflower gold.
Empty playgrounds,
Burrows deep.
Goodbye warm,
Hello white,
Shivers bent inwards,
Long stare into the
Miles ahead.
rivets tack her down
November 18, 2018 3:49PM
rivets tack her down,
aloft along the rafters,
frozen eyes, frosted glass,
worms trembling far below.
paralysis is a dream from here,
serendipitous returns,
the three-mile unfocused blur.
how to climb down,
how to begin again.
letters arrive every four days,
we break them down with
immediate remorse
and climb back up
and close the door with limbic
relief.
He lay her down on the tracks
November 11, 2018 9:52PM
He lay her down on the tracks
But didn’t tie her down.
Twistling sinister mustaches
Didn’t matter.
The fatigue was rope enough,
So many
Listless withered days,
Some looped hope,
Patterns in future drool.
Coming down
September 3, 2018 6:28PM
You’re coming down, I kiss you as you,
Decompress. This tasting tongue, euphoric,
It’s all running out, the fun, the
Paper dreams. I’m writing this before I forget
Your breasts against my breasts
While I triangulate that sad
Sigh.
Hanging that head over the bridge,
You stroke your belly,
Temple to breast to sandbag
Want.
The hookup happened last week and we
Weren’t there. It’s
Coming
Down.
You’re next to your car in the parking lot,
Asphalt dreaming those grocery regrets.
The rays,
Temple to nipples to center,
We don’t remember where we are,
All punctured
Rescinded
Where the dotted lines end.
This is all your youth on Crack,
Oh, repeat letters,
The breeze blows by this chest,
All watered down.
Your body will keep you guessing and
Under every silted river bed is
A giant fucking earth and
Plastic rainbow.
Coming the fuck down,
Coins in your pocket,
Patterns
Head to nipple to strolling ass
All the pressure in your lower back,
Digestion.
Tomorrow will begin again, oh god,
Behind this brain-joy, it’s hiding around that
Corner but it’s never
There.
Bourbon whirlwinds stranded
September 3, 2018 12:58AM
Bourbon whirlwinds stranded
Sanded seams
Snapping
Pasture
violin fevers
scenic glass-blown diorama
velvet-stamping furious
Pandora’s scented vision
Periscope paper-towel wet-dream
Broken lens
Pandemic wisdom seething
Your tooth is in my nail
I gave it life, you gave it
Mulch.
I gave it gravel,
You gave it flowers.
We breath them deep,
And forget.
We’re 100 percent charged,
100 percent damaged,
Tongue in the mouth of stars,
Cinder swiping down,
A shadow of a tree, a crystal suture sucking the
flesh into a healing
scar. Ah,
let’s try and remember where the alcohol is,
we’re diving down,
sawdust broken town, sawdust-broken bed…
And suddenly the ocean shore looms and you
wish you had a cigarette and a tongue full of
sin and bliss and dark dark
carpet burns
we wave our arms up and down with
elk-horn-mating silken-whoooooo
And fuck, when summer ends,
All those leaves fall listless to our feet,
Burnt-dream in violin tears, puddles
Cradled
Sunburnt
Belted
Betted,
Lost.
And when you can’t breath, I’ll hold your head,
I’ll winnow the sky,
Candescent
Systemic light,
Fuck,
You bend down in child’s pose and
Can’t get up,
You creak towards the sink.
Your hands tangle as they move up and
Down
The phone charger blinks and blinks and blinks as you
Wait
Wait
Wait
For some response.
The bottle empties.
All the urgency, the blinking,
The tangle,
The pacing,
The time.
That violin, it hurts.
We ordered our love over the internet,
shipping and Handling
Moday-morning-Sepia
Silken blasphemy
Your therapist quit and
Hello
I was there;
Hands from face to nipples to hip.
An exercise in collecting phrases
You verified, you captcha’d our love,
I drank up those words,
all those bubbly nights
Falsetto moon,
It’s all bound to end somewhere,
tinder euthanasia,
White Noise,
The sound of our holding hands walking carefully
Down that gravel road,
Forest-silent touch.
Ah shit, this could go on forever.
But it doesn’t.
Peace
August 17, 2018 9:25PM
Peace is the long length of a zipper
Unfurling in slow motion, yeah,
You remember that, you remember
16.
And peace is the sawdust stealing
Sound from the periodic
Voice of your grandmother spilling
Gravel over all that memory of
Some memory of time.
Until it’s not there.
I broke my door with your
Blood,
I tailored the weather to blow your
Flesh forward, my hands in that
Stranded hair wreathed in violent
Gritted
Sorrowful
Force.
I’m sorry.
With all that bled regret,
I held your head close to the floor,
I tangled my teeth into the memory of those
Lips, those fingers, I licked all the truth from the
Salt, I parodied your last breath with a
Soulful lung, a sliding toothful pain.
Ah so much pantomime, pretending in
Two-thirds time as the beat scores
Five-ninths down.
I tendered the scenery as our memory slides
Away from the movers moving your scent from
Hallway to bedroom,
To floor,
To humming lamplight sliding
Caricature of what we’re going to
Remember 10 years from now.
And soon, this will all be a Serengeti tune,
Hot in the bar-stool-pentamic tongue of
Something warm, something…
Broken.
I hope some day you wave down the driver and
Not walk home,
I hope some day the Fruit kisses
Your Fruit
And you forget that
Your Grandmother’s lisp is only just becoming a waver
And all those forgotten names are becoming not just
Wisps but
Joy.
Caricature of a Caricacture of
All those wrinkled limbs, we helped you onto that
Ambulance and loved those last
Deep-souled-lantern breaths…..
Doors were closed.
So much sky in the sky, those clouds are your clouds,
And on the death-bed of your youth you will
Remember…..
T’was such a story that your movie
Will never be made.
Tis’ ok.
I always knew it had to end in
July 16, 2018 7:42PM
I always knew it had to end in
Bliss and fever dream.
Impulsive kleptic draught
Thimble whim born along
Suicidal whimsy.
Heart full of gold and love and
Brutal dark song.
Brandished candy stream
Lacquered synapse lapsing
Rhapsody glass canister
Ah fuck it, this moment is the best it could be.
I love you all, goodbye.