Stepped On Code
pining
A Title By
So I’m searching
Searching for a title and
it’s not going the best because
I’m consuming you
A story I do not know and
I can not name.
I can not name.
Moment of Realization
They really ALL ARE
SometimesMen.
Forlornly Yours
Can’t atop
staring, worn mouth
too soon starry swoon march,
march and be born bloody and bound
love/death
Will Wash Away
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.
Releases
Open
my mouth and catch
the words you flurry down
on me, received by tongue, eyelids
tremble.
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’
Tenacious She 