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GutCast my line and wait
and wait and wait;
ice running into water around me,
my hair turning into water around me.
Pity the fish I catch
as I slit it tail to gill.
I empty so many,
leave the carcasses like trash bags;
rot stink putrefy decompose -
I need to know I am not alone.
2 amI want to write about the ticking
of the clock
and how it makes the silence louder
but I don’t feel silent inside
I feel tangled and raw,
like a screaming burn.
I've Got the MatchesNails inside of my throat like words,
click click down
they go, scraping my insides out.
Your hand covering my mouth,
lest I spill these pearls -
there was never any need,
I’m a lock without a key.
"Swallow it all," you say
and I purr.
“Beg for ruin,” you hiss
and I lick your feet.
Speeding towards me: you’ve cut the brakes.
Tight face and tight fingers,
“This is a test,
are you going to pass it or fail it?”
I close my eyes
and open my arms wide.
disorder memore than chemicals
or crossed wires
sensitive nerves - no, wait,
is it misbehaving neurons
it’s all just abnormalities
it’s all just words
floating mixed up together
meaningless to me
call a spade a spade
from the bits in my brain
to the ache in my chest
and the voices sucking me off roofs,
at the core,
GoneEverything continues as normal,
everyone goes on like usual;
as if there wasn't a gaping hole in the world.
And I should wear it on my chest,
in my eyes,
in every word I speak -
but it's not there.
Like everything and everyone,
it's gone from me
A word, a laugh, a sudden memory
brings it back.
And for a moment,
for a minute,
I wear it on my chest,
and in my eyes,
and in my voice.
These moments are not enough
to make up for this you-shaped hole.
There should be posters on every telephone pole
and billboards with your face
and everyone should know your name
and your laugh should play on the radio.
But everyone walks on as normal,
and I still behave as usual.
And my chest is bare,
my eyes are empty,
my voice has turned to ash -
you're not here.
SaintlikeYou wish for a switch, to beat this thing inside,
the thing that makes you hope and dream and cry -
this weakness inside.
You wish to carve out your chest, place it in a sterile cup,
hear the doctors whistle,
"The biggest one I've seen yet."
Hallowed at last
you can close your eyes.
And weightless at last,
the earth will fall away
and you will drift away;
swallowed up at last.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
CarcinogensMy hands smell
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
Pop Rocksbeads of roman sweat and dust
lace the wind like meth into pop rocks—
feel the fizzlepop of history flamenco
across your justahuman tongue
and wonder why your professor never
lectured on the strawberry tang
of crusaders' sloshed blood.
sunset soon forgottenin a single moment all her greatness collapsed,
her soulfulness small and full of absence.
i am wild
with infinite shades of yes -
and a careless smile
so kiss me quick
under the sun
(just until the pain leaves)
DunesOut on the dunes, you could be walking on the moon
Maybe you are, maybe we are; see that planet in the sky?
How much more can be said about body heat, about
Sucking the marrow from bones in a vain attempt to quench?
Disheveled by dust-storms in an ocean of sand, we walk
Blank-window eyes searching for what, some sort of life?
Our feet are heavy, the ground wants to eat them; no moon, this
Now the sky is the color of sand, and there are no stars to wish on
Sweat and dead weight, we wait for the coolness of night
Fatigued, delusional, we see a rusty car approach; we get in
the secret is the almond
in your brain
you should listen when it screams
to run away
there is nothing
in your ribcage
one half of a clichè.
if I'm made
of bones and chemicals,
cold calculus, or
man of science
tell me why
think away the pain.
Do not be ridiculous,
love was just dark chocolate,
of rancid coffee.
The Black Hole VicinityMy pulse no longer beats
in tune with every honk
and my feet are out of place
with your walk;
I can barely keep up.
This city numbs my very bones
and I write but cannot talk;
the words keep freezing in my mouth.
I shuffle and shiver,
grinding my teeth at night,
while every other cog
is moving, moving, moving
and I am fully stopped.
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