Clove kiss

Rooftop dragons
sparks showering a fluid light river
surrounding my home
I tell you true things
ugliness I've seen
terrible things
that I've done
that were done to me

I hold you at night,
watching dreams slide
I am trying to read,
but you dream in no language I know.

whisper secrets on ash breath
violent memories into violet cityscape
ears stealing fragments
I am learning to read.

Woman

Water shudder over skin shiver.
Forever people.
We built it, they're coming.
of all the fish finning
I found your hook in my mouth
sea green eyes swimming
into my mouth, plump lips
licked and laughing,
fruit smooth as his head.
fallen peaches
young girls splitting.
I thought
dream became routine.
I found
it's all in my head.
You're all in my arms
visceral vibrations
I am cunt and heart around you
head over heat about you
stilted circled undercurrent
unsubtle, like you mean it.

New York Route

solemn window face
sun spot streaked,
aware
He hates her.
I don't hate the window girl.
I am not in love with her.

I did everything
Hatred feared.
I'm sorry.
In unapologetic fashion.
I offer tomatoes, radio wire
clear clean slices
leave a lot to be desired
in Georgia
at 17
perpetual motion
roaming gaudy sunsets
impractical as goth

My father hates travel
constant movement
But the window girl is a whimsical image
Excessive, hedonistic blend
City transplant
at the end of the ride,
the window girl dies.

making it up as I go along

dump/reformat
give them space
room to fill me again.

good natured worry and fierce love
they pour into me, and
I cry
terrified
I won't be able to protect them.
things aren't even attacking them
yet.

I love them.
I love them.
I love them, and so I have
more to fear than ever.

I want to fluff my feathers
Keep everything warm
unalone, everything matters more.

I cry when they aren't looking.
I'd like to cry more,
I want that fresh cleaned empty in my pores.

suck it lick it love it

Hello, early morning
I lay me down but ceiling's boring
Empty palmed word beggars
carting cell clutching junkie arms
Canceled eyes unseen, thank God
suck it lick it love it.

I've got nothing but soft skinned silent sleepers
I can breathe in DC pattern stretched to habit, this is
22 with far more than 21 invested.
Awake in your dreamscent, darling,
I tell you I love you and it doesn't mean as much
on tongue as it does eye widening and vein sliding
human contact is most moving.
It's there.
I don't wake up alone,
spend weeks without human skin against me.
dry sponge tissue girl.

The choice to choose isn't a given
Till you give it
To you.
Yes, there will be suffering
Thought art takes more effort than ever.
Cautious optimism runs rampant over
Fear forests, rolling exhaustion.