Particles In Motion

So I’ve been lying,
stretching my teeth.
Seems to be a
wolf in sheep’s clothing
specialty.
Sinking claws deep
makes it all too easy.
And I do.
Smooth talker ‘til
I lose my jaw along with
words that circle drains
situated in my lungs.
Oh hell,
I only take your breath away.

Carnivore

What to say, I intra-think.
These words I deem,
ill-fitting, to say the least.
I’m dire and grim, and
maybe quick with wit.
Conniptions.

Childish

There’s blood on my hands:
monosyllabic confessions.
Let my common reactor
refer to her by name
while I skewed the meaning
of songs I hum.
It’s an ongoing process,
throwing civility out the window.

Lover Boy

Neck cricked back and
out the door, ready to strike.
Confirming unhinged sins
with heart string chords
in Eb major. Satisfaction
stole my breathe as
you acknowledged I was on fire.
Credits rolling, tight
like eyelids.
Shotty articulation left me slightly
confused, but bewildered all the same.

Yum

Words rub lips raw upon exit,
but I have to keep singing.
Every point is proving moot
but I still find comfort in
reaffirming what little sense I have.
I remember when every
thought had a process and
every process had meaning.
But then again, my memory
is who I used to be.

Jack, My Friend

Thinking is a feeling I can't quite place,

and he puts me to sleep once the sun

hits my face.

Stifling my swing, blurring,

he says I just need some time.

But with our staring contests

he always forgets, and blinks

when she catches his eye.

And if fingers go for a walk, tonight

I won't be talking,

just trying to find my feet.