6/17/16
6/11/16
kisses
kisses
pillow’d kisses
cotton kisses
flower’d kisses
clouded kisses
rainbow’d kisses
any kiss
just to kiss you
6/10/16
6/6/16
retracing
from her shoulders
medially
sloping upwards
slightly
to the back of her neck
down
along the fall of her spine
spreading
around the waist of her earth
retracing
the continued
journey
hand and
tongue
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5/28/16
5/27/16
baggage claim
she cut through her skin with a grin
as if to say
see, that’s how i empty my baggage
her whole world spilled out before me,
to her it was just another cleansing
we spent all night talking it out
over shots of rum
and tightly rolled joints
you know i’d never do this
without you next to me
right?
and laughter filled up
the empty swollen eyes
5/21/16
5/20/16
remora
feeling fed upon
waved
slick in the currents
the taste in your throat
it is i
whore residue
cast from my skin
with a twitch
to darkness
i am clean and i
roam deep seas
once again
5/13/16
on this good earth
kiss me here
on this good earth
i stand here waiting
in a field of illusions
kiss me as
my lips bleed out
cracked on the punch
of loneliness
kiss me twice
for hell and heaven
my low my high
both lips longing
kiss me now
hanging over the edge
and be brave enough
to fall with me
5/7/16
down
it was always the sky
the depth of the sky
the questions of space
the beauty of the cosmos
that made her want to jump
it was never the ground
the certain impact
the clouds of dust
the feeling of an end
no
it was never her intention
to fall
but she fell
looking up
the whole way
down
5/6/16
4/30/16
a heart is like a hammer
nobody told me
your spine was brittle
made of crisp straw structure
hollow through the center
and your eyes were clouds
stormed with rain
just waiting to fall,
first tears leaking the flood
and your heart was flat,
the beating of depression
had lulled it to a bass line
of muted notes
nobody told me
to love you would kill you
and the touch of my heart
would bring a hard hammer down
4/23/16
4/15/16
vacancies
all around me now
just empty spaces
vacancies
everywhere
the places you used to be
from the corner of my eye
in peripheral vision
there in a reflection
here as i stare
just empty spaces
all around me now
vacancies
everywhere
catacombs and graves
4/9/16
its wasted time
some say its wasted time
but they haven't written a word
they haven't struggled over
the placement of a comma
they don't know the difference
between “a” and “the”
they haven't searched for a vein
to insert the pen
to pull out the blood
to write with their life on the line
... i wrote the words “ i love you “
and i still haven't recovered
4/8/16
on a Sunday morning
i woke up today with something to say
but you were not here to hear it
i wanted to say “ Good-morning “
and kiss your lips
and stroke your hair
i wanted to say “ What did you dream? “
and laugh or cry
and smile with you
i wanted to say “ I love you “
and have you say it back to me
its Sunday morning
its 10:35
but you are not here
just a yawn
and silence
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