Dream Home

when you wake up and are still dreaming

i am left with two hands walking
legs weren’t enough for the king of cats

who lured me out of a dreamscape nap
my scarred and scary lioness escaped
my stomach kennel ache untamed
and ate your stomach out instead

she found a whole new home in death
in depth within a terror filled moan
and grinned ringed teeth of towered bone

children waving out the windows

clotheslined linens billow westwards

these are just a frame of reference
guiding her back home

2 Many 2 Heavy 2 Little 2 Late

my tongue has needed some reason
to give its lick at love for once
o yet my eyes gloomy and bright

sparkle moveable diamonds
hanging in infinite headspace
pull in meanings for
heart
o heart you get all the boys
o heart you get all the pain you poor fool
why does love belong to me?

my body feels strange knowing it’s harboring this capacity
so put it elsewhere!
put it in the sheets themselves
let them remain
as i do not
neither do you
i haven’t made my bed in weeks
i sleep on the floor
drawing the indent from your body

that you left behind
there is a strange depth that my pencil cannot etch
there is a bad bend in the bed it cannot get

about love
that only i can fit

Accosted Acrostic

Palatable only on the second helping
Are you home long enough to care
Reading letters sent from dead people
There is still some perfume haunting
In the apartment
Carelessly I undress
Unaware of the ghost
Lingering in my nostrils
Analyzing my bare
Ribcage

Early morning sun blinks
Xerox bright copies
Pumping motionless day
Eerily distant like
Radiance without glow
Indifferent mornings
Existing without the same grudge
Now we can be better
Can believe in our love
Exalted from our histories

Starving Eyes

i pawned you and split tails for your headhunt

made more money in one night

larger stacks than i could fill the tub with
came home late
wondered who had eaten my leftovers
gave up quickly and crept into the windowsill
a nest had buried there

i slid my tongue in and tasted some wild berries

they weren’t my dinner
and the karma had caught up to us both by that point

i unscrewed a light bulb from above my head
and sat in the dark kitchen
the linoleum felt nice on my cheek
it was a cold night

but I was still hot

i was looking in the fridge

waiting for something to happen

you are so pretty
i can’t even stop looking at you
the image fits into my eyes so frantically
as though my pupils have been carved to your shape

i thought i had devoured you completely

i shouldn't be this hungry still

Static

i'm not noise

i'm not bad noise

i'm not anything that comes and goes

i'm not some vibration in head

i'm just someone you loved and then

released

Thanks But No Thanks

I am mostly burning brains

headache hungry

there’s a tap running out of my skull
overflowing tubs of horny highs
messing up my mouth
with these lullaby cries
have to kiss in quicksand
like a tarzan movie scene
handsome hair swinging vines
from atop the chimpanzees

his wanting flaunting
my wanton capsizing

describing himself to me hurriedly
i am half listening half wit

uppercut upchuck yuck your not doing it right
need more to eat need comfier sleep
a love lit eye and a dull eye meet
i practice arts beyond my artistry
spell words misplaced like bad grammatically
have no real plans but dwindling gently
i’ll sleep better

when i wake up happy

Nonsense

i am a flower bottomed fool
hunting arachnids at dawn
shrilling flat notes across still water

shoulder straps fainting

lucidly down white tenders
i sit and wait for my lover
who smells like me
has no money

nor an interesting thing to talk about

remember in my story
how you wept on the monument
your tears staining the feet of soldiers
row men

who killed amply and without judgment
your eyes do that now
rip throats out from beneath my fairy tales

your hands are deeper then they used to be
i think you’ve burnt a real levy this time
the shores agree and mock my tone

creeping
like your hair brushed along my back

im soothed by the patience
and friendly eyes
are beaming love knots
tying me to a fever
that begins below the skin

have me for dinner
and don’t look at me once
just mouth words
like pacifier

and forget-me-not

wishes like be the one

please i beg

for scraps from the table

bits of meats

ripped with your teeth
glistening with your spit
the devouring of my mind

Taw-Daw

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Divining Digittalli

Traumatic True Romantic

Love is a word

with many meanings
and here it is unlove
the spell of rotten ambition
the situationally fucked upped

A spiral slope
to black hole porcelain
flushing me out like a toilet
this circum center is where we exist
the helix down to suction point

I’ve continued this secret thought
that we are two intertwined souls
spinning on the life strings
the twisted sign of infinity
destroying ourselves for each other every chance we get

Then these bad omens
should they crow and keep me away
or is it the end of me

each time looking me in the eye says

I could feel for you

Two people
feigning humility the humanity the empathy
in time they spawn one little one
to burn holes through the hearts of man

and burning scorch the books or the masses or the skyscrapers

You are my center point love
fear and time cascading across this level of life
this level where we talk meet face to face
and commune business strategies

all while pretending that we’re not really dying at 1000 rates per minute

The worlds between us levitate and coexist

like some listless state of mind

I am not your friend by any means

I want the savage capacities of man
shredding me up drinking my blood

I have already told you about

the vampire dreams

and how I am so spiritually seduced by you
this life the lonely heat
how there are no rules to the laws of fate

Endless Thought <> Spiral Explosion

how shocking it is

every time the same thing happens every
time chopping at a future told

as endlessly as hair grows down

time swoons and braids

knots and gets caught in my petting hand

a coiled softness

fond of rats nests

sour milky eyes

matted wet drool
pillow stains

a bed of crumbs

numb tingling sensation in the brain

tasteless tongues

Swamp Dreams

MuRMuR

Old mottos resurfaced in a strange land

Ogling blindly eyeballs all over the horizontal landscapes

Laying with my head upside dangling from the bed

Drunk wobbling it up now to find balanced faces like demi-demon ghosts white haunting

panting voices and legs like days dwindling each other down with nail file twine

How long would it take to cut open your arm with an unlit candle?

Rub at it turning the wax skin and burn

I got your half blood head fang hanging over my bed now

It bleeds on me still

Drips in my mouth while I rest

It tastes okay I guess

What kind of flavour is this?

This popsicle is too hot

I need your mouth right to come

Even eyelids glitter when you're crying dear

The spot is less then complimentary

But I do like your ears still

Magritte, The Lovers, and Me, Alone

The End