Can’t atop
staring, worn mouth
too soon starry swoon march,
march and be born bloody and bound
love/death
impossibilities
Cry Over Milk Puddles
So you saw him square in there
the old questions/ the different passion
the color of the curtain, the sizzling size of the pain
the wall is so hard, hostile pointlessness.
The tired boy, that little boy, the less than
perfect shadow
perfect insides
rebellious echoing shouts like shots inside the box of certain decades. Ricochet.
I’m too tired to confess I want behind the curtain. There is no ok,
no ok way to get the back story and
become the intimate place where I will be the way, hooker heart of gold, the confidant in a cowboy movie, a brothel with silk on a lamp.
Mortality snack in a blanket ergo
just how much of this is him or me? I ruin nothing
seek a pretend world to bring you in to answer my questions
and…
Charm of the Hollow Knight
There is a picture
of your soul
on the internet.
And I saw it.
Password
Indulging
is a knifed net
seizing my chest
to take out my heart
before the end of my mind…
And Wanin’
Don’t you
Want a book out
there about you these days
I don’t have much else to offer
waxin’
How a Mind Works & the Unknown Variable
I
From a place behind here,
a brick wall suddenly clear
its quite simple
(yet I’m gesticulating)
you X
and so I Y
why why why
if X = my heartache
would you ever cross
the street,
your t’s
your eyes,
empty and wide
II
the man I knew
now
the unknown variable.
The Instigator
It’s never there waiting
a wistful whistle
a practical question
tinkling quasar of want to know
you should go
I’m easily taken.
Tenacious She 