110808

Eyes caught in
Tranced stare dance
At skies
Observant as
The exodus lumbers on

Clouding vision with slow grace and
Grandeur
Relentless billows,
Stoic breath
My hair pulling forward
Streamlined and screaming

Jackets hanging abandoned from the branches
The stripings of warfare
Bright colors left behind
Life stolen along as
The exodus keeps marching

The silent sigh
The softly whispered
“north north north”
Pulling at my hair
Earthbound entranced.

Soliloquies of death.
Turning with tide.
I feel the rush stir me
Seated.
I watch the exodus go by
Symphony in movement
And quiet
The stillness travels
Makes its way across the sky

ring a linging

I am calling out in words
That whisper
In grainy grey and white

I am calling in the time
Between the tempest
And waters untested

I am calling inward
In search of idioms
Hidden in under and around italicized interests

I am coming back with static
And stagnate stale nothings

I am coming back unanswered

Breath bated
Bent backwards
Buried again.

1101

We are seething through the streets
We are red and we are raw and we are running hungry

Desire has made our breath hot against the air
It prickles in drops on our skin
It stands out and jumps from our flesh
Screaming with the psalms of ecstasy we have discovered

In this moment
In this city

Our lungs are burning up the air and tearing down buildings with the voice of our longing
Our inhibitions torn off one by one and hung from all the high places

Till we can run naked around cobblestone corners and backlit alleys, running from the asphalt-
Till we can be love and feel love and make love against the arching back of the city-
Till our wonder spreads out like a canopy to catch us in our freefall-
Till we can sing with the breaking of each sunrise-

Till when we dream, like tomorrow is infinite; then we have found our profession.
And I will know it by the touch of your palm, as you herald the new morning.

householdappliances

Its intensive shock therapy
Applied straight to the senses
Jolting bumps turn to uncomfortable tingles
So lets turn up the heat shall we?
Relentless
This is absurd.
Tiny vibrations
In spaces
And I feel the way the shaking amounts
Catastrophically
Breathe.
Just breathe in.
Angles skewing perception, touching toxins
But I promise it will be alright
Just take it
In.
Still breathing.
Take your hands
They are yours after all, so take them goddamnit.
Take them, and go.
Don’t stop, you can do this
Just breathe and release
And I promise we will catch you,
So long as you let us.

october

I wonder if you can hear me across the distance
Feel me shifting, ready to leave
Do you taste the change in the autumn air,
as I turn my eyes north and inward,
and take back my breath into my lungs.

recall

Cowboy body, your summer is still under my skin
Your tangy taste of toxin still touching my lips at the corners, still teasing
And I know exactly what you do to me.

Rollerblade ravebeat, your high still bounces through my bloodstream
You rainbowed my soul with whatever colors you wanted,
Paints all chipped and faded and colored over. Neon shining through in the night.

Hey moonshine skinnydipper, I still think of you.
Salt sweet sweat tingling neuro-receptor paths, each time a memory recalled,
Bridges burning, heat branding lines, and new lines. Hacking with smoke.

And I cant tell you what rehab is like, not from here.
My legs pound and my heart hammers itself clean through this cage
But they would cut out our tongues before they’d ever let us leave intact.

when i should be focusing in class

You are reminding me of Autumn, in the way you fill me.
Clouding my thoughts with fog and drizzle and brightest clear sunshine.
All October Ale, brisk breath, tasting winter exiting my mouth

You remind me of rain slicker leaves
That fling themselves toward my windshield.
Damp smell of clothing when we turn the heat up to compensate.

When the air is filling my lungs with frosty sunrise daybreak,
Promises of beauty and cold, defining the shape of my day
Yearning forward and backward. Longing in the clarity of the evening, the crisp crunch of the day.
Nights incline toward winter, but the stars hold reminiscent and we are friends of memory.
This feeling of not quite being. And hushed voices.

You remind me of rain whipped days, full of sparks and building with tension of circumstance
Leaves twirling lover’s dances of grace and death around one another.
Brightly dressed and vibrant, the last thrill of throwing themselves out into nothing.

And your voice comes into my sleep like the heavy overhead spaces,
To keep me from digging out my silks and finery, to help leave my dresses dusty and moth ridden.
Grounded. Leaf storms falling, but I sit watching instead, thoughts leaning towards cacophony.

102308

Accident prone,
Our backs arch forward, eager to meet
Crashing full force together
Wreckage spilling
Out into the street

Glass glinting broken
Red savannah glare
Catching light reflected back at me
Illuminated stare

And with each intersection I find you
Meeting at the crossroads and every crux
Decisions of space and moments determine
Split second outcomes between us

Leaving, always dissatisfied
Wary of disaster, but rearing forward all in a rush
Feeling your breath on my skin as you pass
Just close enough to touch

1022

Stroking the sensation
The moment passing slow
How come hearing has this effect?

Equilibrium of sound
And vibration.
View shifted, outlook
From offhand to direct

Sending signals of recognition
One space to the next
Wishful thinking and imagination
Forming players I suspect

numb

Dumb skin
Oblivious, warm.

Blind corners
And dark spots
Leave me lost in this world of sensations
Disguising me from myself.

Solutions in sounds, a travesty of words
A tapestry of spaces in between
Libraries of unspoken secrets.

i dont know

If I had to guess
Id call it intuition
In spite of inhibitions
Your twisted lullabies come quickly
Running like milk down my chin
And I’m drink drink
Drinking them in

Tales of condolences
Worded with eloquence
Phrased just so, like ginger root
And nonsense you know

Desert of doubt
Uprooting the unkept
Digging and digging
Dragging them up in pairs
Side by side soldiers
Together in graves

102008

These are white walls of fog banks
Divided by difference in opinion
Grey mist and barriers forming white
Lines of defense
We are white powdered
Sugar sweet and seething
Writhing lines, sharp inhalation
And exhale into exhaust
Tired steam stemming trails out behind us
Pinpoint the place where apples started transforming
White distances and
Disappearing horizons, suddenly we find we cant find each other
Discovering silent spaces, doors all closed, blank faces
White lies disappear in a cloud of smoke
Evaporating into the atmosphere

streamofconscious

Country of my body
Fingers dragging the stretch of my abdomen
Exploring a landscape of curves and lines

My ship's hull, the bend of the beams
Curving ribcage ridges and troughes
The slight dip, roll of the land, shape of the valley
I feel the swoop of my sides, hipbone oars pulling forward

Rounding hands over hips
Curving mound at the pit of my belly, my own personal mountain
Domed cap and crater, perhaps this is a volcano after all

My skin is smooth, but not like glass or wood
It is smooth, but it is alive
Reaching arms over my head, I feel it shift around me
Stretching tight over affixed structures, breaking and changing topography

yesterday?

Tasting you strangely
Like sweet red stain strewn
All across the sky

Your skin slick memory
Intoxication
Polluting my senses five

1009

September skies
are saying something to me.
Whispers rushing round my ankles, through my hair
Murmuring flurries from the standing dogwood trees

Grey colored days
are speaking through the leaves in the gutter.
Maples dancing slow rag-time, Chestnuts swaying the swing.
Frosty gusts pulling words out of wood smoke,
etching echoes, the voice of my mother.

Horizons articulating
feelings like the concrete
Language barriers inhibiting translation
Communication comes instead
through the roar and hum of street

yay

In through the nose
Electric fire
And solemnity
I am cold
And ambivalent

Tasting transparency
In your words
Your expressions
I am perfect in this moment
And not the other way around

Sharp like lightening
I am crisp and clean
And breathe your lies
With each exhalation

October

Love me gently
With your teeth in my neck
Tear away borders
Biting back nightmares
An opium infection
Injecting jubilee
Euphoria and relief

Love me cautiously
With my waist in your hand
Shape the curve of your smile
Pulling close to fit
Keep out the past
Keep me still and sure
Break away bird boney hesitation
Quiet shaking out

Love me strongly
Blind kisses coming
Rushed and night magic
Pulling each moonrise, each sunset
Pushing against time
With the rush of sheets and doors
Doorknobs of brilliant chaos

Love me swiftly
But leave my words in my mouth
My hands in each others company
Change with each gear
Separate turns, our cautious slips
Anxious with winter coming
Till your eyes return to your own
And we find our places

Train call

Steam throat sighing
Forceful exhalations
An opera of foreign places
Breathing destinations in my window
Where I can almost sing along
Steel voice traveling the distance
Between one ear and the other

bs

I think its bullshit
Monotheistic ideologies and
Incongruencies thickening the smoke
Shining shiny faced out of the
LCD screens and headlights
And I think its bullshit
All lies and deceptions
One big happy fucking façade
Being passed off as the real golden deal
Streets paved with potheads, dopefiends and babysnatchers
Lined up and waiting to buy sell steal
Snatching every chance of happiness we can handle

1004

Pelican attention
Standing stiff
Dip
And retrieve