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the things ii would do to
this soft flesh
wrapped around a hard stare
and a dimpled smile
to resist would
insist against my
biologic radius circling
around this boy
and his 
what is this thing anyway
sugar salted between his teeth
smooth surface confidence
with no release
this pale pair of forbidden skies
leaves me salivating
here in my dry maturity
surrounded by rights and wrongs
cravings for purity
violent biting my tongue
numb to the way sex tastes
when we’re young
and this fast morning dream
breaks into my motion
wakes me into the roughest smile
ii’ve ever seen
locked behind the lips of a boy
who is almost sixteen

We Cannot Exist

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thoughtless empty brain chemistry
dilating into an abyss
the turn I never miss
the gaze I fix
the poison I mix
no promises  no lies  no compromise
no surprise
I predict moves before they’re chosen
time’s reversed, the circle’s frozen
it’s a pinnacle of wonder in his mind
a fracture I know I can find
and I’m aching to seek
but desire makes me weak
so I wait
submission remission
a pawn in his fate
he may wander yet 
but he cannot forget
I am everywhere
the molecules melting in the thick night air
the ice sizzling as we stare
there’s nothing there
beyond the mist
in this gate we create
we cannot exist

I Still Bleed Blue

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[ii still bleed blue]

three years ago ii had a blue dream
where every nuance became an extreme
if ii were afraid of bad dreams
ii would call it a nightmare
ii was asleep for at least
one summer and two

ii can fly in my dreams
and ii knew the whole time
that ii could fly away from him
but ii wanted to drown

ii escaped
ii have flirted with the stars (ii almost caught the moon last spring)
but ii still can’t breathe under water

ii know the sea is not so different from the sky
but he left me afraid to look love in the eye

… sometimes ii dive into my coldest memories
and retrace my steps
to find where ii went wrong…

Mutual Seclusion

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we are alone
huddled here in mutual seclusion
woven into the thrill of confusion
like kittens and their thread unraveling too quickly
I can not chase this

my throat is dry and i’m not hungry, don’t waste away swallowing moments like these
yet it’s all a series of moments, isn’t it… this never, this forever, this if and when and why,
beyond reason and more certain than seasonal breezes blowing us out of proportion
I am not bigger than my pain and my path is not an ocean pulling you in by the edges of the tide and crashing to drown you. i’m flowing steadily in and the sunlight stains my back when I forget to protect myself from me, from you, from the predator
and it’s chasing me under
deep breath taking holding waiting for this to pass so I can stick my head through and see beyond it…
and my eyes can only see so far, and my lies can only cry so hard that pity piles up in heaping tremulous storms cascading the sunrise… I can’t see forever, I don’t understand what I can’t see and I don’t believe what I perceive

so why do I come up for air.. what am I swallowing down, what am I chasing, consuming, wanting; what am I building when the threaded whisper in my ear is breaking into silent screams every night
I want to break out of my body, to burst it open from the inside and fly across the ocean on cloud wings that dissipate into dust… I want to fall, I want to drown, I want to disappear into you again
you never promised
you never broke
you never told me why

I wish I could be completely alone for the rest of this ride across a sky without a map, without a home to return to or a reason to forget to flap my wings against each other. I don’t want to come back, I don’t want to forget the way it hurt, the fist in my face, the nails in my eyes, the force of sobriety pushing me down through the floor through the door even when it’s closed shut tight and locked
you pushed me into myself and tore my insides out
cut and paste
there isn’t enough love in the world to waste this


By Poetry No Comments

what if my vulnerability is just an act
designed to disarm you
to gain your complete trust
and inspire the illusion of innocence and safety
and once you give me your heart
i’ll add it to the collection
of disarmed naked men
who believed i would never hurt them
because I am too fragile
too helpless
too sensitive & caring

what if all I really want
is your heart between my teeth
and part of luring you in
is allowing you to believe you have an effect on me
but really it’s just the reaction
to not having what I want
you better keep me wanting

Reason’s Concubine

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 ii’m stuck somewhere between 
knowing and feeling 
taking and stealing 
asking and kneeling 

how does he jolt me to 
ii dont even want to try 
ii wouldn’t know where to 
it wouldn’t be fair for him to die 

and he knows better 
chasing tigers only 
turns you into meat 
and ii would take it all 
his flesh is not that sweet 
but ii smell that scent from anywhere 
and ii want to 
taste that waste 
paste his bones to blood 
and sip the passion as it leaks 
milk the torture as it speaks 
into me 
under mine 

ii am Reason’s concubine 
but when Reason doesn’t pay me 
ii abandon 
and ii wander, lost inside myself 
ii wander deep 
in sleepless dream and pantomime 
time just lost its purpose meaning 
ii am far from here 

yet the cycle continues to crawl 
the clouds continue to rise 
and the stars begin to fall 
one day he will hear my call 
smell us all 
and eat 
and Reason will be hungry 
but She won’t feed on defeat

After the End

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After the End

Alone, content in the dark
A flame without a spark
Laughter without a smile
Pain without an ache
If I have no heart, then what the fuck did you break?
I’m living in a world I don’t believe in
Drinking tears I cannot cry
You’ve twisted truth into a lie
A peaceful death 
Too sweet to die
There’s no room for emptiness
In this colorful place
And the shadows won’t hollow
The light on your face
You’ve poisoned my blood
With a taste of perfection
One tear from your eye
Is a lethal injection
And I’m piercing my veins
To bleed your reflection

Fata Morgana

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your laughter is my salvation
your beauty is the gleam in my eye
your distance is my condemnation
your apathy is the pain in my lie
you don’t know how to lie
and ii don’t know how to tell
whether you’re a scar in their heaven
or a kitten purring its way to hell
it keeps me awake
when ii’m already dreaming
keeps me alone
naked and screaming
in silence
an emptiness dense as your careless smile
sweet as your lips when you’re walking away
cold as the freedom that sweeps your enigma
like a word
we both heard
too fragile to say



By Poetry No Comments

I am the piss you’re too classy to drink
the thoughts you’re too sober to think 


your voices ring like church bells
tick tock tick tock
making music by the clock
when the calander says it’s Sunday
you must obey
it’s time to pray
but have no fear, I can assure you
the devil doesn’t want you anyway

your words surround me like a crowd
of robots on their way to mass
you better cross your fucking heart
as I wipe your bullshit off my ass


under your lily white sheets
you’re holding your cock in your fist
pumping every drop of hate
that didn’t leak out when you pissed
white trash family so pristine
moralistic, squeaky clean


this is the truth you’re too faithful to see
the animal god will not let you be
victims of fear, believers of lies
what happens to angels if hate never dies


By Poetry No Comments

am ii too jagged
or is the world too perfectly round?
sometimes ii feel like everyone else is lost
and ii, alone, am found.
but if a tree falls in the woods
and no one hears it
does it make a sound?
that question is what keeps me
so tightly bound