rotten

apple core kisses
don't want my lips
to reach you.
a poison.
don't want to
sink my teeth into
your mind
anymore.

pennies

washed clean
i'll show you validation
but not ready to breathe

Pollinate

Not worth the sunlight you need to grow,
stems from your ears lead me to believe
my words are unpollinated,
getting caught in the wind.

Rolling

You taste acidic.

Makes sense given

your interest in me,

long drawn out

alchemy.

Poison and pixels

on a two inch screen.

She's conjuring again.

Viole(n)t

Rolling eyes and

furrowed brows,

a vile little thing.

I think it winked

but couldn't quite tell

through the clenched jaw

I was maintaining.

Tongue slipped me some

tender propensities,

nasty tendencies.
Back away slowly.

Mad Jazz

The mad crazy jazz lady
told me she was thinking about
me and love
in the same sentence again.
Reaction time down to a science,
and I’ll blink away confessions.
Swooning at her crooning mellow affection
plucking at my heart;
I love this bass line.

Dirty Digital

When my dubz not dark,
barely bobbing heads
without a smile.
I’m not free to dance.
Stop interrupting my
disgusting pristine worship,
and get back to the good shit.
Foul sinister mister you’re my
dirty digital love,
only once repulsive.

I Spy

Instant response,
shoulders shrugging.
Mind hugging lines drawn
by thrashing through the air.
Joyride til we find
where we left our thoughts,
probably hanging from a tree.

Dankkkkk

No flow she screamed and
jaws hit the floor
falling three stories.
Cracked concrete outlined
outrage
for her vile central existence.
Clearly they’ll let
just anyone in these days…

Sash

Coma remix my transparent hands,
I’m touching your heart I think.
Reaching out but forgetting extension,
I’m swirling. Gotten a hold of your lungs.
Reconfessing all my favourite sins to you,
maybe fabricate a few for good measure.
Manually breathing my flames, you plunge
into subconscious love,
the only real thing there ever was.

Miss Kraze

And they played dubstep at her funeral.
Watching from a distance while they
cried to the tune of disgusting Omens.
Too dark they said. Too much to bare.
Was this some kind of sick joke?
But she laughed from her pedestal
as the dub took them in.
Slowly sullen heads turned to
slightly bobbing, until there were only
dry eyes in the house.
Memory got lost and left.
They simply kept dancing because
all the songs became one.

Four hours later someone
remembered to be sad
and shed a tear between sets.

Homage

Going in for the kill.
I hope you can understand,
maybe skream a little louder.
Melt your face off.
I left my name at the door.

3x5

You told me you loved me
as John Mayer did the same,
and though you said it with conviction
I couldn’t help but wonder
if you were just singing along...

She Knows

I sing you my
broken record song
only because I love you
enough to apologize
every time.
I’m getting a new needle,
I promise.