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Will You Be My Runaway Muse?
Posted on December 8, 2017
I have two coins behind my eyes, mirrors I use to self-reflect, I see runaway women walking in the corridors of my mind, their feet blackened with holy dirt from the promised land, they peel back my thoughts, like skin from rotting apples, smearing the dripping fruit, on the walls of my brain, painting dream […]
Piano Player
Posted on December 6, 2017
Hey piano player, I can hear you playing downstairs as I sit in my naked room in a state of tomb gloom. Those notes press through the walls and like wild flowers thrusting out of white sand they bloom into the other side, into my empty room. They shuffle through the old crackling paint as […]
Transfer
Posted on September 26, 2017
I jailed my inner shadow inside my pen. That dark beast howls as I make him bleed. I click my pen and cut him, he pours from the slices, click, click, cut, cut, I am mad. I am mad. I got my fingertips stained with ink. I love this murder weapon. Now, he rises from […]
Seasons
Posted on August 23, 2017
I felt all four seasons with you. Spring in your touch, summer on your lips, fall in your embrace, winter on your tongue. Don’t leave me in a state of blankness. * I feel spring in your touch, desires flourish within me, leaves tingle as they sprout, roses bloom and I place them on your […]
temple
Posted on July 5, 2017
You carry your pain like a shattered halo under your tongue, your words sometimes get caught in it and fester there. When you don’t speak I know you need me to untie your infection with the religion you find in my mouth.
Wishing Well
Posted on July 3, 2017
You are my wishing well, and I place all my wishes in you. My kisses send forbidden desires to fall into your liquid heart like coins. I listen to their splashes, making a wish with each one, They ripple from your heart to the rest of your body, waves of lust, you fill. I came to […]
Dog Days
Posted on July 2, 2017
We will chase your dreams together like two savage dogs, they won’t get away, even if we end up with blood on our teeth.
Windows
Posted on June 30, 2017
You did not like the view, but our love was just the window, shielding you from the elements you disliked and providing security from what is beyond. You complain that you did not like the view, but our love was just the window, and you never learned that, so the curtains closed, and what you […]
Dolls
Posted on June 27, 2017
I collected lovers. Memories of them like pretty dolls. A cabinet full in my mind. I can’t get rid of these memories and I can’t touch these dolls. They’re staring at me from behind the glass cabinet doors, and I always find myself apologizing to them.