boyfriend broke up with me. guess the wedding is off.
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
close enough if you’re
close enough to break me
want to fall bent necked and
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
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.
I dance the rainwashed
the poetry of
a mad god, alive and
you are frightened by my
rabid eggshell heart,
by the way I
inhabit heaven and hell
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
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.
Twenty First Century Violence
the wails could be heard for miles
like the far off fog-bite of finality, the slow churn of
tenderness is a surprising favor
that night did not grant us. bruises crystallize
beautiful, thin-webbed and graceful. Dark and brutal. No one would wear this voluntarily,
what is an ending?
spilled milk, broken cage,
something sharp and blood covered
winter was a mutual drowning,
where the wailing claw of reality
left a crust on the rim of every champagne glass.
Spring is pain evolving into light
a universe of old weakness
exploding into stars
I awoke to watch you drink directly from the sun and now
I am begging you to run away with me while
we still have the strength to claw ourselves skyward.
This was an expensive year for both of us.
the future stumbles indoors and cannot recognize his own brilliance
the past gave us teeth and
when he comes knocking,
prepare to bite down.
Catch me if I ever find myself charging more than what you want to pay.
Sleep is the cousin of death so close your eyes please die with some depth. I wanna catch you snoring like you rehearsed since birth for this. This is the most important role you’ve ever played.
Queen of the Jokers.
Let’s go Miss too-much-information, I’m ready for your battle with the King of Hearts, the wizard you were in love with since the universe first cried out for blood and milk.
feel like my main thing is on the chrost. Wussup ANGer