perspective

you cannot scar the sky

you can scratch and claw your

ways from misery

you can cuss at the moon and

scream victim to Jupiter

you can reach

jump up

throw knives at the night

pretend to divide the starlight

with butchered dissections

but your intentions from here

will not scar the sky

those injuries are caused

by much greater devastations

contaminated files / lost keys to the firebox / unaccessible hearts

do not settle for me...

love me

or go

i will not hold you responsible

if you leave

but i will blame you

if you stay

and our years go by

tranquilized by

comfortable

 

suffering June

it’s June

and even the shadows are sweating

sounds of heavy panting

as their grays steam off

shade looks for shade

vacancies on cloud flights

anywhere north

anywhere white

wet becomes essential

nonsexual gratification

completely drenched

in a feeling of blue

cover me in blue

white-icy blue

frost-drippy blues and whites

of distant Decembers

“The Dance” by Jaime Best ©️bestartstudios2018

assuming the soothsayer

 

I bet your kiss has

goth attitude

rebel force and

grungy bite

I bet your black is

howling seduction

fierce religion

engulfing pupil

mythical dreamer 

out smashing serpents

cursed blind eyes given

prophetic sight

sing your words in

techo-jazz rhythm

the jewels you gift are a

miner’s delight