little boy fishermen

In the same way we've always been, we are one. I can't explain this to anyone, I don't want to even try. I'm here and I'm alone, and I'm there and I never am. I'm allowed

rep # 9

Grease filled mother, I don't need clothes to say who I am. I take a deep breath and raise my hand. Dream of blood and a stand up scene. Are you sure that you know what you mean?

so long, farewell

The flow of consciousness is on a loop that spills out onto a page. Alive in the new same old way that I've always been. I'm in a cocoon. The self sloughed down into nothing. Same parts take up an unrecognizable form.. Some day this will

rep #8- tea shop too full

drink in this new way to exercise divination I'm over this melancholic dying on the cross take a walk in the rain under polka-dot umbrella stand behind, have a look at something that I'm not

rep # 7

i leave an offering on my bedside table. i think i know this is overdue can't sleep without looking at pictures of you hum in my head when the choice is a little unclear there's something i'm missing that's making it harder

rep #6

bird learns horror story of clipped wings what noise can my throat make if it sings? coming up the back stairs, shaking in the moonlight come on just go to bed now, I can't do this tonight

rep #5

what's for me and what's for you? endless need to cannibalize too soon drink sour sweet water, fill body with frozen stuff I'm not convinced it'll ever be enough

the book of love

Going away to come back different, changed. Isn't that what I've been taught to do? Trees peeking little kinds of green, mind lost on a loop. I'm over being over & over. Say it out loud, giant, big, fat, jinx. Curl my lip at

rep #4

body moves in tandem, I'm aching from a cold place wipe tear stains on the soft curves of your face exiled in gas filled brain I used all my energy to try and contain

rep #3

my mouth wants another to meet it soft, wet warmth familiar motion learned fumbling this is one thing I can't do myself

rep #2

worn out memory, he longs to be my muse shelf full of half pulled clues make a shape, spilled ice cream stain not used to this from you

tiny ode to this & that

Do they know how much I think of them? Write of them? My boys. I hold their long gone image in the palm of my hand. I take them everywhere. Is this love? This thing that will never give up?

big I, little i

Drag my two ton machine around your neighborhood. My bleeding body aches for your virilous touch. The picture of the male form visited me in a strange, ego-fueled dream. I saw him from afar, lying in the middle of an alleyway, all but a mirage as I approached. My

same letter, different name

mind races. soft grey clouds it's always never night somewhere they say the sun never set on the british empire distinctions quietly made between 1 & 2 funny question coming from you I'm open to this sort of thing a dead end line of inquiry

rep #1

Men are more than sinew and bone. Chemical hit to the brain. Whatever way. Familiar form I crumple up. Base of my skull.

changing my mind

Is this what it's come to? Sit on snow covered ground. Sadistic smile splits tear stained cheeks. Hook stuck, save it, repeat over & over again. Cling to images I can only ever see in my mind. Foot made patterns. An animal's been here, too. Decipher

sickly decision

There's a sick sort of sadness to spring, and I love every minute of it. There's no more pretending that I don't understand. Doesn't it feel like I was here only minutes ago? Every time fearing I might be interrupted. I'

open ended

I’ve positioned myself in a section of the library where I feel even the clacking of my fingers along the keyboard is making too much noise. How do these other people type so silently? There’s a strict thinness to the air here. I feel I did not walk

tuesday

bore into the center of my soul taped up messages covering one side swallowing stale air cover the table with a nice tablecloth lone chair sits for three escaped messages lost in cyclical time organize similar thoughts in my mind here I am writing another line

friendship

maybe I'll have another cup of tea I need my bedroom window to be by a tree gotten used to ambient noise I miss my crusty nature boys life is like a wheel of fortune can I feel better in the morning?