Thunder In Your Folds

Bespoke with thunderbolts
Lit by something you could never hold
And the sulfur in your matches
Lit by sudden bites of cold
Burning up your rose
Becoming what you love
Lit by what blisters in your soul

Thunder in your folds
Thunder in your folds

ambulance

Sometimes a branch of mine finds it's way here
I have to ask, how could one person do so much damage?
I feel like laughing, but nothing ever happens

I tell the joke you already know,
You're always first to the punch...
and I'm always late to the show.

I can't control this thing underneath my nose
It just stays closed and reflects my soul
Always lets the heavy lifting go unnoticed,
am I just a lock that will remain unopened?

I don't have anything to say -
It's not that I feel choked, but
If that's all I've ever been,
Could it be that I am and just don't know?

I don't want to be the last thing you see.
I want to reflect myself on somebody,
at least for the time being, feel around for
something living, perhaps breathing.
I want to stop sleeping.

wolf on water

so i am soaked
floored
walking on water
voyeur
looking down on you
and your mind that's on me
these ripples are in reverse
and i am robbed of reality
can't move or see
nothing but murk underneath
and i'm still on your leash

drft

woke you on a weak end
broke my way in and healed a hand you didn't have
we never were
a key with no lock and nothing to hide
i am all here
far from you.

now only when i erupt
you are my ashen warning
but my fading betrays me
and i stay awake through another day

eviscerated this vice of mine
speaking to you to pass my time
you encouraged me to break my rhythm
so i stopped rhyming with you.
you were only a liquor love.

m e m o r y f o a m

how many times
i wish i said hello. i could have made a mark
stole the show.
but i just sank into my own below.
where the same person is in the same space,
where she never leaves and even though i can't even
remember her face. she's everyone.
how many times i wanted to just show you i was worthy
of a connection but all i did was just hold the phone.
she's approaching me, but i have this feeling like i can't
make my heart come up to speed. she walks right through me
and i don't know if she saw the seed. i just regret never having
sewn a thing.

lilac lives another day

not well-received, she walks away. angry, almost explosive, she lets out a shriek. it's everything to me, she weeps. everything to be believed. she nearly doesn't survive the encore, yet alone she stands, parasite-stricken, broken heart, shaking hands. she makes her demands. she becomes floral, adorned and ornamented by the passions of They, the comfort of They, the security of They. she waits there, among they, humming about her days with you, remembering but not recalling you, with your broken hand (which she couldn't give back). she gets home safe. she stays awake. she doesn't sleep, she just waits.

Binary

My crime of passion, you are me seeing red.

You are not the world, you are the axis on which it spins.

My every other word, you are the filaments between the fury.

You are not the supposition, you are everything that’s real.

My darling conviction, you are the heart of will.

Paint (my worst work in YEARS)

You are indescribable, yet
You are all I've ever known.
You are as simple as a smile.
You are a heart entire, of which I have two.
You are years beyond my reach, yet
You are here for me, in my unforgiving state.
You are the grapevine, threading yourself into my soul,
You are the grapes I pick to perfume my moments.
You are elevation, elation, everything that starts with e.
You are what makes me happy, and
You are something I may never have.

Call of the Void

heartProblems

when it beats so hard it hurts
your nerves begin to turn
against your will
you clear your throat and speak
a language with no words
for I Love You