colors

see foam escapeTake out your sea foam eyes I'm ready, always fighting the sky The blacks and whites of winter And early golds bruised in summer Find your way back with no sight Left turn, stop sign, take the next rightsee foam escape
Get yourself lost in a dropped memory They're the best, better since yesterday Left, right, head east Stop short and follow me
I don't want to distract the other senses Choked on clouds and constellations Picket fence whites cling to Mars The searing reds of shooting stars Feel your way forth with less sight I'm ready, always fighting the s


IdiosI want to still your tongue. UnderIdios
the rasp of its catlicks in the wound,
I clench my jawyou had your chance to take it back. But
I know you cannot let me be; only
giving in to my silent ire
when it gets too deep. And
you cannot see the bottom of my eyes for murkiness and sand disturbed,
for skeleton-kelp in the belly of the tide.
You try to make things clear, but
I am already a translucent sea, and
new fish have come to rely on me.
We argue pointlessly, and you have not
come to learn that I love with
words. With your speed


Love Rhymes With PityLove Rhymes With Pity
It happened in the most literal of senses. It crashed.
Months after it hit, he would lift up the gown. Lift it over his ribs so he could see legsunderwearribs and trace his fingers over the zig-zag, criss-crossed Z-shapes of the tire-track memories. Tire-track memories and skin-graft souls behind polyester eyeballs and metalmetalleather bruises. Flowers by the bed with iluvyouuu scribbled papers from relatives who didnt care didnt heal his bones. It made them ache.
He pressed his purple fingertips into the Z-shaped bruises. The little points of the Zs looked like horns and he figured the Devil had
Previous Page1234Next Page