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Thank You, My Turn

Billions of years ago, Interstellar lightning created the Big Bang Between us It wasn’t that long ago, really… but if I name it  in time as we understand it  they’ll know it’s you  (But They’ll know anyway )  Apparently, the Earth does  as it shook below your feet,  just as I was writing these words Recall, whichever time after time  that was Me getting dressed first   Me saying goodbye first Me having to return to someplace where anxiety would drive me me away from you Again That time  You said, “thank you,” as I was leaving  and I found it so curious Should I carry that home lightly,  Eyeroll and the whorish insult  or should I let the weight,  deep gratitude hanging in your lilt  wash over me like a security blanket knowing to this we could always return Except: every time you break me. The delicate balance I carry  living in shadows and alleyways  Of my former self spins. I’m off kilter,  a nauseati...

Birthday Suit

Let me be transparent Super fucking clear  I knew the moment I saw you Again That every moment had to be seared into my guts, gentle organ scars, the kind that people tell you are cool,  But when you know the story  how they’re carved:  To love them  You’d be a fool    Still I remember,  In delicate moments (when I want you)  But should know better that  My knowledge of you is detailed,  Even in the skipped years When I filled my imagination with  Expectations derailed  of our missed big life  Structurally sound  The one we knew  (Know…) Could’ve been perfect (for us)  Like how we fit  Down to every single bit.  But time is cruel  I’m as much butterfly as mule.  Bear and fly, weightless I try  To give you up  Your grinning ghost  Always doing the very specific most  At parties or with your dudes  Every single one of your moods:  Never moody, hiding you...

Helium

There’s an element that makes us Lighter than air Fills parties with colorful joy,  Objects of desire  For each lil girl and boy.  Light and floaty, easy and true Primary colors Red, yellow and blue  But if you know what I know,  You know  What it really can do. Silence. Restful Silence. Sinister delight  And I’m so exhausted  That I just might. 

Brown Girl, with Freckles

They always told you you had skin just light enough to be high-ish yellow, a nose big enough not to pass, but to pass as beautiful and hair curly enough to be straight when required.  The sun-kissed you with a dark freckle right by that nose, your first year. So you were ok. It didn't matter how your cousin touched you, because he was a kid and you were a lil'er kid and that was just playin, right, doctor? And no one wants to admit damage of those goods before it is time to damage them. ...To forge you, the iron sword you would become, from yellow to a golden bone (Nothing matters as long as you use that murky-colored ground to create a middle space: safe, still light skin'ted)

The Rewind Machine (Pine Grove)

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What I need From our future machine  Isn’t in your mechanics Pedantic antics  Those wheels and cogs don’t respond when vigorously stirred, lines blurted   Years of scribbling to you  and for you  on bar napkins Tossed in bins,  black screens with orange font Never knowing what the fuck you want  Old school  College labs, notebooks:  every color of the rainbow  Shit you’ll never know  I lived for you,  But died for me  All for the love you didn’t see  The truth is… I need you here, near, dear  in it with me and in me.    No fear.  Pine My branches are thin,  but can hold a heavy load Your snow, my wind  and all the truth we spin  Identical waning gibbous moons poison bloom, ripped paper cranes   Fire dragon blood, cool blue Neptune In remembered kisses  Lips stained: teenage dirtbag red  Still I wanted you  Wrapped around me in every bed   Pine ...