pity.

infected my mind like a parasite
I can't seem to shake you
you've burrowed into me
inexplicably, and
my brand of bravery
is shying away tonight
weakness on full display
pity me

mildly manic.

mildly manic, I'm
escaping temptation
by skating social niceties/
laying low
praying not to be found.
maybe I'm smiling, I don't know.
the mirror's in love with me
and I'm in no state for company.

to the wind.

flying hands meet
foreign skin
throwing smooth introductions
to the wind

consume.

craving the consumption
fill me right up
something in my soul feels empty
another hole to fill
what's left of self control
when the hunger takes over

ssl.

Can't settle down,
won't settle in
following heart in circles
here it goes again.
Silly little libra
always aiming to please
unbury your head
and pick up your feet.

nym.

I don't wanna be remembered,
spit my name back out
'n leave it on the ground.

don't.

my hungry eyes
stay awake for days
pleading with memories
don't go.

I found myself
at your feet
begging for scraps
don't go.

tunnel vision.

:tunnel vision:
follow my eyes.
your lips are
the only currency
I recognize.
I like our little ritual;
lust telling no lies.

time winds down.

I know it's wrong
to ask you this
every night,
but my tongue
is not my own
and my skin crawls
watching the clock
we set together
wind down.

Our limbs and tongues tie,
I'm driving this home tonight.

We used to find answers
in each other's arms,
a common pulse
beating back time.

Now we find ourselves
stuck in the give and take
of time spent apart.
And now we find ourselves
in different time zones,
worlds apart.

river runs.

It's getting easy lying,
dying the water black.
I watched the leopard get its spots
then peel them back.
That light, everlasting,
dances toward the trees
sparking fear in the Natives.

my kind of hell.

what a shit hole.

can't say I mind darling
with you
and these walls
we've got plenty of wine
who needs money
we've got plenty of wine

wipe that
stupid grin off your face
we're both slumming tonight
barricading the door
no love in sight
I don't mind
slumming tonight

this is your comeback baby
and I'm the jealous type
you've got lovely legs
and I'll say it twice
you've got lovely legs
and I'm the jealous type

shhhhh.

holding tight your mouth
to sever the meaning
escaping your lips.
I'll bite them off
to keep our secrets true

artistic temperament.

otherworldly scrutiny
breaches my limber
train of thought
inking infinity
and intimately doubting my
lyrical attempt at survival.

electric flesh.

to think that
what I am is
what stares back at me,
an empty/full repository:

electric flesh
bones
and memories - 

how chilling.

elephant graveyard.

History repeats
as we lie among the ruins.
I'd forgotten what was
buried here.
My unearthed transgressions
illuminate past dalliances
and suddenly I see
history is repeating,
leading me
to where my thoughts scattered
long ago.

bellevue, wa.

her electricity
scrambles my frequency
and together we laugh
at the sun's futility.

we feel the pull
but
we feel nothing
and tomorrow's another
wasted day.

You/I.

for You, i transform
something into nothing
and trespass into
the sinful unforeseen.
for You, i think
of burning rubber and ashtrays
and always
keep track of the nearest exit.
for You, i stain
my teeth with wine and laugh
at their jokes
as we're all slowly dying.
for You, i pretend
there's symmetry in your smile
and lie between my teeth.

 for You, i could
lose myself,

but I won't
this time.

sounds/silence.

the wreckage meets gravity
and leaves faith behind
for the collapsing void
between words and meaning.

sounds and silence
subvert expectations of love
forming under the ocean's surface.

she's a tidal wave
and I drown
from time to time.

nature tyrant.

I gasp for air,
swimming
in the rain.
Beneath my feet
the ground hisses
with my every step
as the trees howl
at my trespass.

This is sacred ground!
Usurper! Usurper!

They call me by name.