out of the corner of my eye
a tiny bug is
racing across this desert floor
normally we kill such things
but tonight
I follow it out of respect
until it crawls into the wall
under the baseboard,
dark refuge of its cave home
where only the smallest things
go; to places where
only the smallest things roam
energy of the night
returns to the sun
like a trembling drunk
drying without a drink
I am humbled and
put in my place again,
some words can do that
without intention
staggering through the
desert, squinting eyes and
sweating brow, beating on
me, beating me down
lost oasis… lovely oasis…
bury me in the cooling
sands below, self-dug,
water trickling at my feet
(Image from inhabitat.com)
which way is out again
and
how is flesh forgotten
this
unfulfilled curse of a word
seems
more a boundary than an
opening
~
splay me groin to glottis
take
my sex my speech useless
within
time here mostly neutered
albeit
I’m more aroused now than
ever
(Image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)
under the guise of covenant
with winks from a stingy eye
with hidden fingers crossed
from her hand a kiss is blown
and thus the poison spreads
and hence the gullible vanish
receivers, we absorb the blight
as hope invades the virgin coil
as vows sting the gutted tongue
naive, we march to her allure
broken madly with disbelief
broken airily by duping charm
(Image by Laeron57 on deviantart.com)
there are kisses that
fall down your body
like a trickle of water
taking a crooked path
over every surface
hidden or exposed
there are kisses that
are erotically unique
like sucking through
a straw
like guzzling from a
wide-mouth bottle
like slurping off of
a spoon
there are kisses
that are awkward
like teeth accidentally
banging together
like stubbing your toe
in the dark
like a punch to the neck
and then there are kisses
that are only imagined
like the emoji sent in
an email
like the kiss that seals
an envelope shut
like the one that hits
the inside of the window
and bounces back
as the cab pulls away
(Image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)
I still wake up at 4am
to walk the fish
eyes are spoked,
Honeycomb cereal-sized
flush, the morning would
swirl down the drain, goodbye
mugshot in the mirror,
shots of Jäger in the mug
nightstand light, soft 20 watt,
strobe fractions to the brain
what was last night’s mystery?
dream’s sci-fi? morning’s tale?
toaster sparks, crumb smoke,
a sinful hand burned the host
(or is it burnt?
, language sucks)
where’s that fish,
little fucker ran away again
(Image from tipsybartender.com)
happily plays the
morning-new light now
flickering and dancing
gently upon me
restlessly moves the
vision of her next to me
all aromas of skin and
ticklings of hair
dreamingly lingers the
frolics and frenzies of
scenes from the fuck
and hungry kisses
ardently yearns the
weakness I am that
refuses to be stabilized
until she is mine
(Painting by Viktorija Lapteva on saatchiart.com)
having but
having not
not touching
but touching
wishing the kiss
that wishes kissing
loving to love
love’s loving
(Image from victoria-4.tumblr.com)
body down
as most of the onlookers
look numb and walk away
becoming
the street, the curb
walked upon, stepped over
in the air
the abstract whiff of
nonchalance and callousness
becoming
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a corridor opens,
your stare extends into
the tunneling
eyes fixated, limited to
swelling but encased
a naked body partially
unadapted, unprotected
in between or lost without
your gods, your devils
thus they come forth
from nowhere, from
everywhere
spirits and strangers,
incubi and succubi,
chaos in the static
what filth wraps around you,
what’s real? and why...
there’s a shadow behind
every wavelength
obsess in your fears
discretely, unobtrusively
there’s only one match,
one candle
one chance to
counterbalance these
enigmas
its in
the incessant beating
the invisible attack
the unlatched mouths
screaming wordlessly
with tongues on fire
its on
the never ending
the never ending
the never ending
movie reel spinning
around in my head
its with
a hemorrhaging outflow
an impermeable affront
that will not, that
cannot, that refuses
to be obtained
subdue the specimen
sedate the ego
dehydrate the medium
penetrate the viral envelope
and alert the surrounding
environment of ensuing
chaos
its about
the things to come
(Image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)
by the raindrop, from an ominous sky
one by one and then a million times
first upon the redwood’s high leaf
then perhaps the fern, so far beneath,
to the ground moss that draws it nigh
drips and drops give the rotting new life
as yesterday’s fallen have come to rise,
even the fittest of creatures have needs
by the raindrop
from the puddles to the swelling height
of rivers and streams in blue and white,
the duller gray of skies that were seen
have traveled here to quench the scene
one by one as the cycle survives
by the raindrop
the river says
build your high walls...
I will eventually overtake them
its just a matter of time
pretend you own me...
I will flood your intentions
or recede from your wishes
treat me like a latrine...
I will allow your poisons to grow
then feed them back to you
I am not a god
I am not a goddess,
do not bow to me
I am
the blood of the earth
just as there’s
blood in your body
respect me
preserve me
and treat me as your equal
(Screenshot of a video clip from ailec01.tumblr.com)
secrets like secrete
mice at night
quiet quite
hard to catch
church grins
guilty as desires
replace prayers
gone in peace
pieces gone
in secrets
like secrete
quite guilty
as like
at night
the mice
(My edit of image from fravery.tumblr.com)
