One Year

Kissing halts, hips left unwrapped:
carnal displays. (Illegal tender.)
Another round of oh shit recognitions.
And it’s my mistake.
It’s not that I don’t fancy you.

Sparkle (Pt. II)

Thaw aside, I seem to have
room for only one
dislocated jaw in mind
and this time, it isn’t mine.
Is that even allowed?
The past is leading me on
,and oh,
Honey Bee,
I’ll devour your intentions.
Forever sweet little methinks.

Known Glitches

Shock value.
must have been written
on contingent context.
Stomach in knots
and nots in mind.
Yet here we are.
And while every thought
is like my back against a new wall,
I craft new caves, fashion new caverns
for her eyes only.
Maybe I missed something?

Spirit Animal

Am I learning lessons?
Occasionally deliberated martyr state of mind
dispels Phantom Heart Beat to the harbor.
Channeling confused retroactive atonement,
can’t help but laugh and blink one eye.
Dottie (x3)


How unfortunate for me.
(oh I love our little interludes Dottie)


Begging for some vulpine guidance,
it would seem my spirit animal was you.
And if your heart was in the right place
how could you vaporize my existence?
I suspect a famine fueled foe.

Cheapened

Waited by the sea.
Lately give it time and
you’ll be fine run through
my mind.
But please,
come with me.

Mercy

The day we became strangers.
Fond memories sought
rather than recalled.
Because it's not like
we’re yesterday anymore.
And it's not like my mind is ready,
rotting in hell; pieces falling.
Maybe this is learning but
I still won't call you a mistake.
I watched your legs shake.
And, oh lord, those eyes;
yeah I've fallen apart before but
when I saw those stars fade…


Lovely black holes.
Just please shine.

Short Breaths

I’m waiting by the sea,
only exhaling:
breathing room.



Spine sinks at the thought.

Going Steady

Burden beats steady on
insecurity, and
i wish i could
watch and mend;
know damn well
forwards/backwards
i would bend
for You.
but Burden beats steady
on the mind; unready.
and i don’t know my
way around hell-bent
adamancy.
thought it’d be more like
a hesitant second,
maybe meet halfway.
now i know. and i’m sorry.
Burden, i beat so steady.

The Pink Room

I see now why
memories
are meant mostly
for ebbing tides.
Parting,
I saw your coattails.

Next Time

Sounds.
You run, anon settle;
pavement turned
Silence:
my least favourite in
your repertoire.
A lack of any
known energy.
Ability to bitter souls.

Sparkle

I wasn’t sure I meant what I said,
so I let it sink in.
She spoke of sunshine,
pleaded with my smile.
Let her pride take hold and steer clear
of my direction.
But this time feels different,
(just like last time)
and I fear she means the worst
of what she’s said.
I’ll store our memories
in hollowed trees in hopes that
once the thaw is done, you’ll be
by my side.

Incognito

Lacking my better half, navigation has begun.
Admittedly, I take aim at any peril given
the circumstances I’ve conjured, however this
dragging tempo, half speed deemed as sufficient.
Temporarily faulty metro-tones hit
the back of my neck in time, snake tongue teases.
Even when alone there are Marlons, so I presupposed
interim exceptions and began hissing too.
Time played out as though canvas and every
story was told through an eye or two,
some more blurry than others.
Who’d have thought elevens would serve
as the dearest of friends tonight?

Kids

Manual labor;
planting dreams in barren fields.
Moving mouths to say what
you’re thinking, and realizing you
don’t like speaking your mind.
Here’s where you pick the dirt
from beneath your fingernails
and deny any semblance of effort.

Puff Piece (II)

Don’t hold your breath for me.
I can see we both have our hands full and
yeah, we could wait and see.
If memory serves we’ll scour anyway.
Highs lows, around/between/under pinky toes.
My posture is more of a slump,
declarations like pauses
but yeah you should wait and see.
I already said it.
Maybe I’m just amazed-mazed.
I kind of want to wait and see.

Dinner Date

Wiped, pristine plate smiles
not letting them stack up,
always willing to polish.
Things like that extra mile.
I opt to cut clean cloth ties and
see only my missed opportunities
for conversational niceties.
Resting on shoulders, our meal has chilled.
Checks brought, promptly
tossed over the right with
less polite salt companions.
Eyes bigger than the general pensive
and my stomach tells me
I’m going to need a while to let this settle.

Formidable Foes

Slow rise and fall
lungs tumble, strategically
accept smokescreen defeat.
Less impulsive. So polite.
Decline to meet gazes
producing such tails.
Present tense cool
shyly eyes notable
identity compromise;
exhaling future allies.
Now eyes dead deep
from the inside.
Wasted wheels turn,
reputation acquired.
Oh my lungs, I’ve become
a detriment to love.