magic laugh
inflammatory thoughts speeding through the
frontal
cortex
wet and heavy
lips protrude and tingle
eyes flit, palpitating,
gasping heart
it hurts.
this beauty is not mundane, daily life
his lashes are dizzy
whap oxygen from my lungs
pulsating capillaries
so pure in his skin
grasp his hands and hold for warmth
fingernails I want to bite, gently
kiss his cheekbone, sweetly
hold his chest closely to mine until there is no room for
error
and love him
until he, too
feels the ache.
awake when the sky is full bloom
a harsh critic
that sun beating down
spotlighting guilt
it took months to figure you out
beyond the rain and after the drought
I felt my pocket empty
in it when I reached
nothing but remains of your cliches
always took what you could
things I could not replace
you inhaled my space
drank my health
sank your teeth
sucked my wealth
these days i stumble upon you
by memory
i fight back
resisting charm
slow fast heartbeats
and i turn around
night is when i relax
when i think up all of the good thoughts
relentlessly, and unabashedly
it is at night
when i am able to be real
when i am able to use unsavory wording
when i am able to show a risque photo of me
only to
delete it all by morning
what is appropriate to write
on a blog
that you feel obliged
to write appropriately
such as
properly structured poetry and poise
I just want to say
that I am unbalanced
and that
I don’t feel like getting my hands dirty right now
with making art
so instead I make my mind dirty
writing the visceral moments from which tainted thoughts protrude rudely
brittle gum 