Month: February 2019
casablanca
speaking of which
just back on that rabbit trail
#metoo
Oh.. so you’re afraid of us now? The way we’ve been afraid of you for the last 2 thousand? Cool. It feels good to be feared instead of raped.
I would never falsely accuse anyone nor do I condone it. But it feels good to be feared, regardless. Maybe y’all will stop yelling at us on the street if we respond by snarling and baring our teeth.
fireworks are illegal in the winter
this song keeps breaking my heart
boyfriend broke up with me. guess the wedding is off.
(found in my storage bin)
crash
crash
crash
if you aren’t falling
you haven’t pushed yourself
to the edge
build your house on the
side of a cliff
because it’s the only way
the ocean
smells like
home
close enough if you’re
close enough to break me
want to fall bent necked and
bloody footed
teeth sunk into dandelions
atmosphere through a straw
taste the moon,
eat the sun.
I wanna stare God in the face
and translate her spine
into
something unambiguous.
tell me yes no maybe
you said I can’t take shortcuts to enlightenment, and this manic episode is like daily taking those kinda drugs, the ones the hippies take.
I say I don’t know.
I still don’t know what I’m on. But it feels real so I’ma keep riding this wave.
ask
I dance the rainwashed
streets,
the poetry of
a mad god, alive and
dangerous
you are frightened by my
rabid eggshell heart,
by the way I
inhabit heaven and hell
nearly simultaneously
half light, half anguish.
asleep, you dream of setting fire to
airplanes, killing a legion of
those slicing sky-birds
I am barefoot and knocking for
your voice.
do not refuse me.
Dedicated to everyone who’s boundaries I violated while manic. You know i love you boo.
I need to get to India ASAP. The new world is starting there and I’m going to have the dopest Indian wedding ever.
