the girl can’t help it

candlelight suits you well
fits you as the sleeper fits the
dream

soft

bathe here with you
awash in

soul


would try to post some kinda straight-forward love song but that’s not what I have in my just-added right now.   Don’t be a choosy beggar.

no better time than now

 

laughter as a funhouse mirror
the madness in me recognizes the madness in you.

fucked up world,
reflecting it and each other in
sound and syllable

praise to the God of the apocalypse,
the God of poverty

vocal chorded scorch-earth happy
I know you in the conflagration

(my first friend in the asylum)

take away my power until I kick you in the
chest
till I leave hand shaped bruises we exclaim over tomorrow

and on the third day the sun created himself created the moon created herself

dancing in the pitch dark
wet paint colorless
illusions and feints

this is not soft intimacy

not when I can see your teeth
this

close.

wavy

The sunrise comes after endless years of night.

I don’t know how many eternities I can wait to be with you again.  I want to slice out this parasite of want and need until I am my own again.  Not the moon reflecting the sun until she is seen. My heart betrays my head through fault of your eyes.  Mirrors too clear.

I see you.

Halfway wish I could cut this sight out too. Self-blinded to the kind of love that locks you out of paradise.

Always getting kicked out of the garden.

I offered you (am offering, will offer) the apple.

You’ve said yes every time.

 

you’re always gonna owe me for this

to give you what you thought you wanted
I had to suppress myself.

experience ambiguous/
elevator music of the soul

no spark, no fire
limbs corpsed

I love you enough for this.

when you tell someone they can have
anything [except]

they will head straight for the
tree in the center of the
garden.

face dripping,
hands shaking,
triumph staining their teeth like

blood

 

jumping on the dating train again (okay I never really was ever on it lessbehonest) and it has been a RIDE.

Night shift poetry for your enjoyment:

 

 

exquisitely strange
the way the tide cycles our stars proximate
aeonic, perpetual

this intimacy is blessed,
sacred and agonizing.

I die daily for fate,
close enough if it’s
close enough to break me

sacrifice the future
on the bloodbright altar of the
here and now

hold you through all four horsemen

as the asteroid hits
when the ocean rises to bury us
while the long curve of radioactive fallout

shipwrecks our descendants wakeful

 

 

sn

I want to give you everything you need or even
want

Take it all, suits you well.

heart worship
eyes open wide soak you in,
sunflower to the light

think I’ve been living in a cave till I met you

campfire sparks rise starward
Don’t even need to look up when

you’re the entire sky.

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This is cheesy and stupid but that’s how I feel right now.

Feels like I’m falling but I know the entire universe is my safety net (or anyways, of late, that’s what the dreams imply).

 

i just wanna spend my life with you

Was to be married this year, but he’s marrying someone else and I finally got to the point where I’m really, really cool with it, and happy being single.

Annnnnnd then I met someone..

homeboy is…bruh, it’s like a DREAM over here, I am so so so into him.  First date lasted 8 hours, the conversation just flowed.  He’s so funny.  I’ve never been with anyone who had a good sense of humor, EVER.    I’ve never been with someone who takes care of themselves, he is so healthy, it’s so attractive.  He is SUCH A NICE, HONEST, PERSON.  I can tell when he’s talking he doesn’t think before he talks,  like he doesn’t censor what he thinks and it’s so nice and so relaxing.  Things are moving at exactly the right pace.  We’re joking that tinder should use our dates for it’s advertisements, things are so good.

I realize now I have been settling for less in a big way.  Godddd I hope this works out…

 

I can’t believe this is real life.  Got me all suspicious, but there aren’t any red flags, it’s all green as far as I can see…

 

 

..

Haven’t written or posted becaaaaaaaaaause.  The six month abyss ate me and I’ve been hibernating in all that deep sad.

But I’m back because the abyss has spat me out (unexpectedly and with the help of a very gorgeous man that I met in Berlin who was good for my self esteem.)

Also to post this song that has my head all behind bars.

I know where my brain would take me if I let it.  Not exactly like I’m afraid (why fear the opposite of death… but)
waking up with wings instead of shoulder blades somehow always just leads to a bloody

back.  Claw marks voluntary,
I went to the priest myself, drug(ged) flightless by a syringe
instead of a crucifix.  This cycle is too

familiar.  Stretched out
death, hard to find a horizon that far away.  Like I said,
Bloody.  Back.

Fear/Hope they won’t grow back (future tense)
Could close the door on that universe forever.

time bomb hourglass sand, stupid to not know what’s
inevitable.

Can’t tell which half is the dream.

I’m climbing a staircase.
I know where it leads.

bp

it’s the jagged edge of reality
some kind of
awestruck depth

Dead. Set.

claw myself all the way to the bottom,
lacerate the sky-crust in freefall

(don’t know if I choose or am
chosen,
destiny,

matrilineal curse)

thought about seeing an exorcist.
rid myself of this too-bright scorch-earth headplace

…(I’m addicted to being reborn
rediscovering the day after wingless, stupid night.

I miss my light-blinded airplane. don’t want to self-destruct but

something keeps begging my brain to
jam itself straight into the sun

Flay this universe right off my bones.

Crash Glorious till I finally

break

through.