Alright so I really wanna tell you what Isaiah chapter five verse seventeen says because it’s kinda a point for you on our proverbial scoreboard when you told me my life is part of the ordinary capitalistic fold,
and I stared you down with wine stained lips declaring “you live in the skeleton of the white picket fence!” Then I got a fence tattooed.
I think cus I always wanna have your home bent on…
As if our eyes have been tormented by wars
Your gaze is gray and far away mostly
sometimes right through
Death leaves a glint in each ocular pool,
No matter,
it’s just the screen
Come to feed us sex and violence
Dopamine drips
I haven’t been in as many strangers’
cars and in so many new highways as you
But i look like
shrapnel is embedded in my skin
And like my brain has seen enough
To let me love…
Anyone who has stopped dreaming is scared
And why you shouldn’t they be?
No shame on fearing that which must be
That which has been ordainedShame to the resigned persons
That take destiny as irreversible factThey are right
But are also deadStep into the fire
It will burn,
Thus is ordained
You will die
Thus is writtenIn your stead will be
emerald that appear
after magma polishes
Stones clean
12.20.18
/11:17
You didn’t stop me from sending
A 9 page letter to my ex
But i am waking up on timei like being alone now
The right way
I can go to bars
And stop after two beersI am not into cigarettes
You didn’t fix my job
But I’m not crying at my desk
Anymore
I clean my kitchen
Every weekendIt only lasts two days but
I’m not reusing dirty dishes
To avoid washing them
AnymoreMy room is still an obstacle…
Nostalgia is
an air bubble in my chest
It’s perfectly full
And perfectly emptyThe view depends
On your ocular tools
Do you have a microscope handy
Or a telescope?
Either view is a hard focusNostalgia is the haze
When you first open your eyes
On a winter day that’s
promising a blizzard
But stops short at the
mountain topOnly the frosty air is recycled
In the caverns of your face
Nostalgia are…
If you’re reading this, you’ve ruined gas stations for me forever.
It’s fine
I don’t drive or
smoke cigarettes
anymore so
Presumably I don’t ever have to
go to a gas station a
gas station
I read old conversations
Yesterday,
You truly do love me
n’ i saw this meme
early in the morn
It said
Do not reproduce
Which sounded like
The most logical bit
Of satire for 6AM, under
It on Facebook this time
I…
You ask me to write
The universe a love letter
Makes me question your motives
You want me
To describe myself question mark
The tapestry of galaxies that make up my skin
The cobwebs a thin membrane
Holding me together
Inside me i am saliva
And soft kisses
Tulips and plowed
Secret gardens
The untilled soil
Disintegrating in its own moisture
I am all crumbles in wet
Dew that made its way into the…
It’s so surreal to know the love of my life loved me back ever so briefly. Before the brain lied to him and kept him trapped. That same brain I adore, for he would not be as quick witted and unique without its fences and fortresses, tricked him into a thin ancillary submission. One without my warmth, and without trust. I ruined him, the brain surely thinks. My brain is making excuses for the…
I hover
It works to charm
The pants off
Yoyó is the earth boomerang
Cept the thing is threaded by you
And gravity
Kilo crept in
Boomerang just drives
Centrifugal force off the cliff
Off the cuff
In 21st century mode
Lizard skin
Buttered up to
A tan hide
It´s funny
You would still
Kiss me with scales
Numbers off the richter
Richer in milk than honey
Will bathe in either
Will eat the children
Will…
November has been hard for three years
Last year i got wasted starting at 8 AM
On thanks giving day
Took my aunt with Alzheimer’s
For a walk.
Felt better with the sparkle of side walk
Winking at me from its restful vantage point
My aunt remembered Selena.
So when i put it on she clapped as i danced
I was sad for both of us.The year before that i talked to your belly.
I was wasted, but this time…
I don’t want to sell you anything
but this is how you ingest beauty
Snipping around for soft chew pieces
The gums bared asking for something gentle
Like right out of the dentist
Jello, ice cream, or pudding
Lukewarm, or room temp so it don’t hurt.
Melt the ice cream if you can neath your rouge tongue before you serve it to me,
mamma bird
My tummy is tender
And i look for filters, pound signs, and…
I get real bacchanalias in spring time
Come here with your pretty mouth
If i break the dawn with drink
And spill my sashay onto your
Heh heh table
Is not my fault I’m
A French soldier coming home
Talk to me of alabaster
And dough
Dig your sweaty palms into a batch of the stuff
I like your sweat to make my bread salty
there’s a dormant winter version of me
Screaming like please
Don’t penetrate
The…
Alguien atreverse a enseñarme
Algo más precioso
Que el sol derramando sangre en la madrugada
Sobre tu carrito de mierda
En la última gasolinera de la pistaEstira tu mirada a los montes
Y la finca de paja
Y la carretera hecha de acerolas negras
En el silencio de los dormidos
En el abrazo flojo del cielo sonrojado
Y atrévete a someter en mi presencia
La alternativa de amor divino cuando se llena el…
The problem with loving the freest thing in the world
Is that anything that resembles stationary love spooks the hell out of him
You can spoil him point blank
With stare booze lips and books
But when he starts feeling comfy
He’s got to
Got to go
Live in the bones of
Progress
Thinking his hut is something orginale
Ironic and whimsical
Whimsical like the Tower of Babel
Thumb, divine, van, personal…