A Response

What is the capacity of a feeling?The downfall of ego,strength definedpotential insanity,resilience.Enlightenment,feardeath. A heavy wash,pain scented detergenthyperbole softener A screamA moanA whimper. Artwork- Homeshake “Helium” album cover

I used to be a writer

Piano fingers, are lobster claws. A lazy cell evolves. in reverse. Paintbrushes collecting dust slump in tin cups brown strips of rust Camera lenses giving me the eye wondering why I won’t pick up the pen and paper. or at least try. what is a feeling. internal hallucination of a sensation None of it is…

Dirt Pudding

Pigmented scents of leather flowers fly by fauna from afar Brownie soil and velvet violets draft a woodland memoir. Doe deer dance with leaping locusts, Moss proposes to the twine, Swooning loons sing sultry serenade Moonlight drips onto shoreline A sour sun once shriveled raisins as it grew drunk from cypress sap. Now Dionysus holds the…

At the beach, sitting in the sand, talking to myself.

Salt water encased in glossy eyes. begging for blue drowning in air. everything before me flies yet I don’t really seem to care. Apathy flood, peace in disguise forbidden waters I have entered The stillness is a mimicked birth And I surrender at its center. Weightless I am cradled by ocean arms, a dissolving human…

Try

Succumb to this mediocrity of unseasoned pleasure. Get the windows undressed, sip on a cup of caffeinated treasure. Reply to stale emails take a swim in chlorine. grab a post-workout beer force yourself to get clean. take a hot shower; call up your boss puff on some flower. Touch on yourself, Feel up the typewriter…

Wishing Well

It hurts, sometimes to reminisce on memories of happiness. But this I say, and it be true I’ve always been in love with you. I am not sad, I will not cry, because I know that I did try to make you laugh to keep you warm and be your calm, after a storm. I…

Porn-star Poet

04.05.18   15:00 She paints with her body on a canvas of climax. scream after moan, a novel is written. She tells of gentle euphoria and wild freedom; songs of belligerence, myths of captivity. Pleasure pallette or hoax? You decide. She is generous, yet filled with desire. Master of guile; a Gemini of duplicity. Magician of…

Ardor

4.1.18 – 22:17 You are now in deep slumber yet I lie in my bed with an ocean of thoughts of few things I want said. If your eyes could paint pictures, they’d make fields yellow and blue, and a green pasture glistening in a most heavenly hue. Darling, nothing I want more, than to…

Invasive

23:11 10/19/17 You are no psychologist, But you know how to play the brain. Roll the dice on the green velvet of undefined gray matter Snake eyes; see no more Gamble away a few calamitous memories In exchange for some exhilaration. Won’t give into interim temptation, Neuron signals higher expectation. You mind reader you… Playing…

The Art of Not Giving a Fuck

10.10.17 I place emphasis on every little thing; looking forward to the meaning it will bring. Another day comes, another day goes. The sun still rises, the wind still blows. sip a frosty glass of wine, to down the crap of given time. So many wasted hours, so many hazy feels. Forgive myself for wrong…

You’re Creative, don’t you forget.

When I write, it all feels right. I can’t complain. But where does it come from, can you explain? Inspiration, is that what you call it? I don’t think of it that way. It’s more of a… How do you phrase it… realizing being lazy won’t do shit type of ambition if you get what…

Liquid Gold Love

4/19/17 Liquid gold love, Poured from her ruby-beet heart. Net worth more than Bill Gates, Money’s whatever, She’d rather make art. Swimming through cement layered streets, She’s a shark in the city. Daily grind on her mind, Chair of the No Fucks Given Committee. Swipe left, swipe left, till there’s no one left. She has…