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.