heart felt blunt words
She has covered me in her sticky adhesive again,
Latex free?
Love free.
It impedes my vision,
Tugging at my eyelids.
Forcing the tears,
I have held for so long.
Sterile heart.
Sterile mind.
There is nothing sterile about me.
I’m tarnished,
No amount of latex free adhesive can glue me back together.
Glaring, I can see her smiling.
Ridiculing me.
As if I wanted,
The sticky tentacles of her caring.
The rails were cold on my hands
but so was the coffee we share with a straw
Topics of conversation trail off
into the luminous glow of childhood
Like the rules of kickball suppressing
we write our names on the cement walls
we watch the smoke crawl out of your house
I set my hand in fresh gum
warm from the chew
pale strings flow in the windless room
far enough to make us leave
Grazing those cold rails
we do not step on the cracks
they are toxic
and will hurl us back into the past
Practice makes perfect
when denying our lives and
living under rocks
In a polyethylene lawn chain,
Sitting.
Starring at at the pea stone gravel,
Until the stones darken and melt together.
All the while, smelling the smoke.
The Glorified health conscious nothingness.
Spider webs but no spiders.
A mechanically driven government operation.
Handing out brochures,
Coffee stained, and catching dust endlessly.
Buy lives,
on a lawyers desk.
Stare until the images blend together.
Stare until it becomes the world,
It becomes the world.
Hung on a Sunday,
Filing for a loan.
Sewing buttons back on pants,
Still afraid of the family dog.
Longing for ice cream on the steps of the general store.
Aesthetically pleasing 99 cent lollipops,
Unfinished hashbrowns.
A lettuce eating competition,
And stakes are high.
Two ex-convicts walk into Homesense,
Soft towels and hardened criminals.
Convicts have to purchase reasonably priced homewares too.
You have a two day old icing beard
Stop eating the expired cakes
Whatever detergent your mom uses is PHENOMENAL
Why does the word phenomenal have “men” in it
PHENOWOMANAL
The human condition,
conditions traditions.
Forces submission and capitalism.
What a charming revision.
The human condition,
lacks capitalism via punctuation.
For capitalism would imply grammatical celebration,
when indeed it’s definition reflects cannibalism.
The human condition,
is sad repetition.
Life and death played out in suburban subdivisions
The human condition,
drives youth to self inflicted incisions.
Suicide contemplations,
cases and cases of denaturation.
The human condition,
screams for detoxification,
or better yet,
extermination.
Steps and Cement.
Do I even want this?
A soundtrack to angsty times.
The triple shadows call out,
Screaming with every step.
Exhale,
Heartbeat quickens.
Thoughts are like a map.
The park is empty and we stand behind a moving truck.
Mumbled lyrics and paranoid stares.
A man name Isaiah.
Dead.
overthinking the wasp in the corner of the room
please do not say anything until someone screams
how many shoes have you seen on the side walk?
long read stories about why they are there
we all have feelings we cannot explain
maybe someone understands the drywall dust/ice cream sandwich/newly renovated basement feeling?
sitting in the long grass with your favourite pair of blue eyes?
consistent confusion
not courage
Faded
She hands me
The peers,
A dragon.
Bent time,
Feeling the pulse of the crowd.
The heat of the skid fire,
The cracks of the fire crackers,
Scared I hold him.
His sweater thick and warm
My tears hot and strong.
She sits,
The queen of the party.
In the trucks fog lights
Illuminated,
Her king not too far
Rolling joints for the townspeople.
A dragon.
Her grace is in the beanie slouching off her head,
Her beauty is in her combat boots,
Her rein will be long and prosperous
Over the smoke infested nation.
Starrfishing 