drip marble floors with your blood and do not clean it up
let them step through it
on their endless search for the first aid kit
they want try and heal your hands
and feed you blocks of ice
do not take their pity or
their medicine
Tag: thoughts
sucker
be madly in love with someone who drives you crazy
latenightscoveredinblood
graspingatthetoiletcrying
not knowing what to do
the kind of crazy that just has to be accepted
ifyouleaveme
i’lldoit
i’llfucking
do it
and just has to be followed
endlessly
handcuffed
until it’s just you two of you left
shelostthefuckingkeys
forever
chili
little and angry
so very fucking angry
nothing is perfect in this world
I was raised on cable and crockpot cooking and black beauty
learned its nothing but terror now
little and angry
big and scary
blindly into the night
with no home cooking
Manic picsy gal
Feasting on the wind
Only to preserve a pile
Picturing what it would be like
to be preserved
We are choking
Intangible
picture that
thick spit cascading from my chin
trying to swallow
they won’t take that
I hate myself,
and you hate yourself.
mutually
marbled and cool to the touch
My Neck, mY bacK
And without a word they touched their bare bellies together,
Making slurping sounds.
Anna, with a drink in her hand said,
“It just made sense”.
“It just did” she repeated.
A ritual? A greeting?
Who knows.
Bottle Nosed and Face Down
I wish I had giant eyes
The kind of eyes that are so glassy
And so glossy
that they cannot be real
I wish they would take over my sight
Allowing for hyper sight
Seeing through
Seeing over
Seeing who I am
I wish my eyelashes went further than my brow
Catching tears before they descend
Cupping the salty liquid
Returning it
Carving raw designs into my forehead
Telling me who I am
I wish the crook of my neck
Was large enough to consume my family
Store them with me
Even when they are long dead
Decomposed
Their bones would become mine
Intertwined
Infinte
Showing me who I am
I wish I had a buzz cut
So short
You can see every mark
Every scrape
On my scalp
The kind of hair that makes you question gender
They can decide who I am
Clearance
Two ex-convicts walk into Homesense,
Soft towels and hardened criminals.
Convicts have to purchase reasonably priced homewares too.
Drink
You are going to drink lake Michigan.
Gallons and Gallons.
Big big dreams internet man,
I hope you can do it.
Hell, I hope you do it so well you ruin the entire ecosystem around Lake Michigan.
Chase your dreams kid.
Moving Van Blues
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.
Drywall
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
Starrfishing 