Truth

the Truth is, Truth is transient
Glorified Beliefs on mobile pedestals

the Truth is, Truth is preceded by
parades of doubt before it’s declared

the Truth is, Truth’s getting smaller
Quarks & photons now oscillating strings

the Truth is, Truth is a liar
I used to love you, now I couldn’t care

Truth is oblique
Truth’s a ghost made of sulfur
Truth’s a spiral
a maze, an implosion

the Truth is, I have
no idea what the Truth is
Maybe, the Truth
just isn’t

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Snow

Come to me on a Sunday morning in Winter
Come from a traveled distance I’ll never know
Come through winds & depths of snow
  that’ve withered your smile
  and weighed upon your boots

  Flushed & famished
Keep coming to me
As the howling wolves pick up your scent
Keep coming to me
As your heavy steps crack the thin ice
  Keep coming to me

I will be waiting for your brumal whisper
I will be anxious to lighten your load
I will reclaim your ice-blue heart
from Winter’s grip & Calamity’s bluff

I will be waiting
Keep coming to me
I will be patient
Keep coming to me
I will be holding the
  first days of Spring
  for the sweet sight of you
Keep coming to me

  And as you arrive
See the hillsides melt
Feel the crisp air soften
Hear the cracklings of thaw
  Know that you are home
And good love’s still waiting
In the last drift of snow
In a depth you’ll never know.

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You, the sea

You, 
the sea

It’s your shallows that
allured me

Charmed me to your
middle
where I sustain an
equilibrium

Intrigued by the
mysteries of your
d
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a Journey into you

Journey across intercostal spaces
Centering to the sternum
Down linea alba
The white line south to a
roundabout navel
Feathery kisses and a
circling tongue

Invoking a moan and the
first signs of surrender
I position my thumbs over
inguinal canals
Resting palms
Wrapping fingers
Breathing warmth upon
unfolding petals

Mons glistening
silk cavern
anticipating
my arrival

I
do
not
disappoint

- for Tara

At night we were a flock heading east away from everything

(This isn’t a simile, no Like or As, This is fact)

We were a flock in fighter formation
V-shaped wingmen
An arrow through the city

We settled for smokes on the Broward County beaches
I caressed your thigh before the rise of the moon
I can still smell your neck
Still feel the blond curls of your hair on my face
And the reach of your hand

We isolated ourselves in sea turtle bunkers
No flight plan submitted
No intended returns

The rest of the scene was a glow from the moon was a sheen on your breast was a soft place for tides

The rest of my life’s been a memory at best been that moment your lips couldn’t incarcerate that sigh.

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Hired Help

I hired a few shadows to 
cover me this morning but 
they’re letting me 
down
I can still see my toes & there’s 
sunlight on my
scapula
The heat of it is 
scorching with
blowtorch
precision
Like the accuracy you 
displayed when you 
peered through the
scope
Took aim at my
heart
and shot those 
bullet words through the 
center
I’d hire more shadows but
morning’s depleting the
talent pool
Just enough grey lines to
bandage the 
wound you left open from
Goodbye.

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Dirty Sexy Hunter

No, no pretty love today
Let’s dirty sex it up a bit
Tie it down Lick the rim Bite the center
Splash in sins we’ve yet to break
Slip over me Slip onto me and slip away
Recover quick
I’m ready again
The hunter & the
hunted.

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Refill

a poem
a scratch mark
pulling skin makes it
bleed
truer words trickle out
fill the cartridge
better ink.

my photo / my stuffs

If I Fall

If I fall
I want to fall from the
highest point

Crush the ground
Absorb the shock
Feel the pain
Get up, brush
off, and get on with
life

Back to the 
climb.

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Entrances

photo: Thomas J Abercrombie/National Geographic

To flow like a

river

Down from wet

mountain

And fuck the

sea

To burst like the

sun

Across clean

nothingness

And ignite the

seed

To penetrate a

heart

Rephrase its’

chorus

And amplify the

beat.

Not Well

The next time you see me I will
not be well
I’ll have aged a hundred years for each
day you’ve been gone
My eyes will be turgid
Inflated with tears
My body will have atrophied
Been reduced to limp flesh
My nights will be horrific
Filled with agonies & torments &
restless hours longing for your
voice, your
smile

My dreams will be
hell-guided flights through
vacuities, Great
voids, Great
distances will be
keeping us apart

Come sit by my side when you
see me this way
Pray for me, Stay with me for
just a little while
And when you must go, please
walk away firmly
Before your sweet scent
fills me once again
with new
life, new
hope

I have no desire to
live like this
again
And suffer
twice.

Agony by Liz Viztes. source: fineartamerica

In a poet's mind

It's nice around here
I wish you were here to see it
There's a different way the moon glows
A different temperature to the sun
The stars are stars, Still
shining where they should
But each one's a Concept, And
at will, in reach

Come here
Let me show you new
neurons of pleasure
Come exhale your existence and
breathe in new life

Look now
See how your
eyes have abandoned these
fallacies
These borders

Isn't everything now
infinite?

capturedphotos.tumblr by Paolo Nacpil

Somehow

Somehow
like the sound of little voices
breaking morning air
Or simply just the thought of it

Or somehow
like the quench of tepid sunrise
Or just the sight of it

Ensconced between a pillow &
a dream

Somehow the ocean moves
or simply just the feel of it

Or somehow
simply
you.

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Just Once

Bloom for me once

Just once,
  stolid Love

And all of my seasons
  shall sustain you.

Maria by MPL Studios photographed by Alexander Feodorov