we two

I’d like to remember this as if it were packaged

tight as tendons 

torn only by the bite

of a lover’s first impressions.

A silent fit

feeding deep in the ache

of hollowed bone.

- self

(Source: youtube.com)

false feet

I rest my false feet 

as some leaks create

magnified amoebas on the ceiling.

There’s a sleeping sinner to my left,

and a dumb dog down below,

staring up at me with big, dark, dumb

dog eyes.

"This weather’s intense", I say,

receiving a grunt from one,

a slow blink from the other.

"Probably should check for water coming in."

- this time a wheeze, and a flappy tongue.

I am sessile,

envying my new-found protozoan friends

swelling out like gobs of runny paint 

on a clean, white piece of canvas.

Their edges expand with every clap of thunder

as I shrink,

sinking into a second-hand sofa’s soft abyss.

Gusts of curry float in

from a nearby neighbor’s saucepan

as the ceiling falls to pieces 

like a post-war ticker-tape parade.

The world beyond my window moves,

but does not take me with it.

I am stuck in this moment

jealous of the single-celled.

- self

Fixer’ upper.

Fixer’ upper.

Vanity.

Vanity.

Mornin’ love. (Taken with Instagram)

Mornin’ love. (Taken with Instagram)

bite

i am tired of manufactured fun

the clinking of white teeth

and the fiction behind them.


if eminence is truth

then i am a lie - 

soot covered

obsidian grit

frail invertebrate pariah

set low

on a dime-store shelf.


a lowbrow queen in

low thread count sheets


the muffle of a sweat soaked pillow.

 

- self

I cannot write this for you,

so i shall write it to the sea -

for in both of them i drown,

and the two are natural deaths.

- self

this is lovely. 

title optional

6 am shouts at me

while you sleep softly in your bed.

There is no movement here,

'cept the creaks of the house

and a crackle in my lungs.

White noise becomes a nervous 

voice in the dark

parroting the thoughts 

bucking in my brain.

What’s there to say little man?

You are less real to me than loch ness,

unicorns and such.

But still

much the same as religion,

a listless deity clinches the whip

and i am held paralyzed,

left to speak with the voices in the dark.

- self

Pa & binoculars. (Taken with Instagram at Seapointe Village)

Pa & binoculars. (Taken with Instagram at Seapointe Village)

Top of the wheel aka losing my dinner (Taken with Instagram at Morey’s Piers and Beachfront Waterparks)

Top of the wheel aka losing my dinner (Taken with Instagram at Morey’s Piers and Beachfront Waterparks)

week at the beach (Taken with Instagram at Seapointe Village)

week at the beach (Taken with Instagram at Seapointe Village)

Taken with Instagram

Taken with Instagram