A way in, way out

Your saliva In the crevices of your canines While your body lie In the sediment of mattresses Sickly thickness Physical layer emotional distance Whatever you make it be. Forgive it Forgive me I’m sorry Yet I am not. This body This brain It’s all make-believe; Synthetic lint Swept behind the dryer. Bits and pieces, fragment…

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…

Invisible ink

Bounce on this lap like you in a bouncy house. Back it up on me I wanna watch you dance. Can I pull on the pony, just a little? Bend you over, write a check, split you down the middle? 9mm bulging through my pants Feel your pretty nails up on it. I don’t need…

Some life, huh?

laughing crying eating breathing sleeping reading drinking feeling dreaming driving swimming skydiving seeing trying winning losing biking hiking swiping typing smoking dancing loving hating financing writing working painting thinking moving. What the hell am I doing?              

I worry sometimes

about you about me about freedom. I worry sometimes. about distance about hours about flowers about voices. I worry sometimes. about blood about colors about clouds about water. I worry sometimes. about teeth about pens about birds about friends. I worry sometimes. about dust about lust about sharing about caring. Sometimes I worry Worry I…

Father of the year

What can I say, you’re a champ. Whenever she needs you you’re first. With bottle breath and a zoo pals plate of New Ports. You’re the best. If anyone could claim first place for the biggest waste of blood and plants its you. I don’t know what we’d do without you. Never cease to impress…

Little Red Corvette

Cruising down 70 in a Bradenton favela road is a ribbon life is a lemon My brothers stay with me we share the citrus chalice This is no man’s land meaning its ours. pass the malice. Ooops dropped my slim into the cup on my balcony this morning sipped by mistake finished it anyway gotta…

C^2 Breakfast

It’s snowing in Chicago right now We’re nearly in May Woke up at 11 on a Saturday Reached for the bowl, Steam my daily greens Forgot that I’m sick, Doc said to find other means. “But I have needs, I have to write.” “Now, now, everything’s gonna be just alright” For the better I suppose…

Nothing.

One day I’ll decompose from your consciousness; One day you will stop looking around your apartment every morning, Seeing my paintings in both rooms, Thinking about how much I loved when you cooked biscuits and gravy for me. You’ll stop hearing me laugh at your drunken snoring, your mocking of stupid people. You’ll stop seeing…

What I Imagine love feels like when whispered into my ear

  You taste like milk and honey; Not just body, but the voice, The laugh, The simper. Sweet sounds of sunshine.. A caramel symphony, A Silk sheet of serenade. Every word a song…   Each breath we exchange, I want to fill my lungs with at capacity. It’s so clean… Not even freshly cut grass…

Bitch, I’m a Poet

7.22.18 22:05 Bitch, I’m a poet. Writing through your hood Spraying truth on walls. I aint playin’ games; I make them. Pull up on you with some wisdom Planting logic in your head. Ain’t gotta tell me twice Roll the dice, check my ice, Summer sweets, I’m lookin’ real nice. Poshmark on my mouth. Cold…

Stupid

It’s tough finding myself again When you’ve helped me to in the first place. Weird. Now I’m in awe, Stupefied; Disappointed to have forgotten how to be me without you. Pretty terrifying to say the least; melting into someone’s existence; what a nightmare.