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.

periphery.

My uncertainty is a death sentence,
my spurious thoughts prolonging the inevitable.

What if at best I'm lost,
stranded in another's periphery.

My common goals are easily found on the smoker's patio.
(And) I linger,
pervert my every whim.

so long.

Speaking in shortwaves
you say
let's desecrate
everything.
I'm compromised
so I decline,
then play along;
multitudes so long.

the badlands.

You've stolen my words
left me in the mirror
of the badlands.
I don't owe you a damn thing
you croon
as you
haunt the youth.

And I believe you this time.

I'm sitting, waiting
for hell to
rise to the occasion.

But you never do.

tell me so.

Tell me anything, everything
you want me to know.
I'll bathe in your words
if you tell me so.

Your every syllable slowly
breaches me.

I'm standing here gaping,
please,
tell me so.

everything.

My thoughts come in three's
as you scream:
look at me! look at me!
but it's the unspoken
beckoning me.

You've changed your name
twice today
but to me
you remain the same...

And I'm staring;
gaping.

I inhale your everything.

intimate violations.

Seeking another intimate violation,
my skin calls out for you.
I’d rather leave the wound fresh as a reminder
that there’s no coming back from this,
that nothing else compares.
I hate this desire, this ache,
this need.
I feel your absence in my bones.

I don’t know what to do.