Archive | January, 2019

“Unusual Princesses Gone Anymore”

30 Jan

“Unusual Princesses Gone Anymore”

If we could tell you

what it feels like to be a man

you wouldn’t believe us

just as we might linger

to light this hanging plant aflame

days, our passing

forests, our rivers

how many years, blossoms,

travesties to the blood

lead me this snakeskin plank

we’d both be one girl

gartered legs strip balsa wood

a radioactive toucan monsters the night

to sleep only in baggy shirts

our knees honey, the abs a closed fist

spinning emerald eyes could be a curse

to fulfill a puppet’s desires

a leather spirit transformed to dust

tattooed in envy

a whisper of bones

the red river of desire

if only I had known you

flown feathers with the tiara

glinted fangs

teary eyes of you

silver blanket erupt to rash

the blouse knew

kisses to your lonesome

blamed brains

a river shot full of head cases.

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“I Already Forgot About Tomorrow”

16 Jan

“I Already Forgot About Tomorrow”

You’ll be proud of my fortunate beeswax

I stare at you for a thousand hours

and how leaks to me

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

we’ll part in endless sorrow

and hold to grasp this locket always

for photographs of beating hearts

and your frosty lipstick

bound to the tip of each throb

and though the frogs may mock us

devilish goose: your shadow hands

and noises in the garden

to bend your scepters

to walk away from a house on fire

down lonely alleys

in streaked jester masks

itchy hangnails

quaking thighs ready to spring

or ribbit, for ribs of some shame

call collect to the beast of you

torn silhouettes for lost marksmanship

for every flower a terrible meow

lemons spent infinite darkness.

“I Almost Died to the Fight of You”

13 Jan

“I Almost Died to the Fight of You”

I wanted to walk alone

through mousetraps

to get my teeth wet

and furred feet

to suck the skin off my body

and kiss in the shadows of angel wings

I’m in heaven for there is no trouble

or hummingbird wings mumbling

and through darkness

we’ve all wept

on smoothed gravestones

swept lonely

I cower in leeches

and all the seas of black and blues

to die in the thought of you.

“In This Life”

4 Jan

“In This Life”

In this life

and all harm

comes only to crows

but crowns and seashells

we’ll dress in seaweed

say goodbye to our filial heartbeats

never meant a thorn

or really any true blue blushes

we have this set tonight

but everyone will fall asleep in flowers

it’s too hollow

but if we stay underwater

in this river

our hair and gravity might float away

clean hearts

it’s a slice of molten life

I used to be your neighbor

or a friend

I’m still looking for you

hold my barbwire hand

skip back through the days

I’ll still have my Rolodex

somewhere in a yearbook

with my old self gone too silent now

I’m still as the rocks

and that’s love.