Glayva

  stretched syrup strung round the temple of metronomic motion your thumbs all artsy craftful thumbs cradling piano hands that never mastered running clear I see through lap at burnt caramel potentialities where broodings melt into my palette in the inkle of hot drops evaporated on my saliva millimetre and millimetre I’m found stinging where … Continue reading Glayva

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Mis-takes

  he doesn’t care that people stare or that I’m staring just the same and he makes the sweetest conversation though he can’t recall my name and he seems like he is charming though there’s something licking through his teeth and his muscles feel like I am safe though he grabs at me from underneath … Continue reading Mis-takes

  take me to the quiet place the partition between                  “Scared”             and “Coward” where I can see myself in each reflection take my piece and under the floorboards I will plath myself pay soldiers in murder who sink in my teeth for the joy of it let me watch you writhe and the tears … Continue reading

Underground

  green smoke takes to blue bass line scraping scar whiskers pulled out from our cheeks on the horizon of tuneful screaming echoing among the barrels the rhythmic drumming of heads caught flat in stone walls he scoops her up like snow her skirt fans out like  rain catacombs paved with black      red checkered … Continue reading Underground

Trials

  At what point does wantED become just             unwanted The victim of traps laid                by you As you…                            forget                                ? Here I am Bottom of the second    third                    fourth   Craving               .             -Discarded- If I… If I… If I… To breathe Alcoholic Harr All the pent ups … Continue reading Trials

Night Stood

what place is this? between the waking and unwoken misspelled sans untold notches of light that dapple in harmony with breath to breast on the edges of literate space where only the bite marks through to label this imperfect                  perfect                nonsense my image beheld distorted sippering on the edge of a memorious dream living dead … Continue reading Night Stood

Only

ever She was only ever a smarting of coulds and shoulds one night, one week, one                          lost She touches me like I'm a carcass wreaking with the memory of a used-to-be fling       fancy     dream                               but none the fragments of bones that used to splint our hips together shatter further into blankness She looks at me … Continue reading Only

Cher Lisa

Sweetness is in those untrusting souls who paid an other’s price spliced away their faith Still                      they face the sun with clamp shot tongues they squint through broken fingers at a world they claim they don’t deserve because of lack of rain though they waterproof themselves into the fortress none have passed through since … Continue reading Cher Lisa