Everything I scrawlacross the page is a soundtrackbass bumping in my head.I wish I could sketcheach note onto your chestfor safekeeping.Our song plays behind my eyelidsit’s the flipping of comic bookpages in the hands of a child.This is the chorus.I’ll passive aggressively hintthis poem is about you.You and Me.Repeat times three.I can’t compose musicor holdContinue reading “Euterpe Visited Me Last Night”
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Tea Leaves
Gravity leaves usswimming in the weedsQueen Anne’s lacefloral refuse left behind reveals an alternativestate of beingin my divination tea.Would you chase meif I was a bun bun? We could nibble wild carrots root, leaf, all.Would you catch me?Steal my lucky paw?So many questions, so few answers emergeat the bottom of my teacup.I’d be an astronautonContinue reading “Tea Leaves”
Juice
She bathes in alkaline washesknotted to a floatawaiting mechanical sorting before extraction.Coffin nail punctures woundpeels back to bruise the blackblood orange red pulp dripsbetwixt and between them.She’s lost inside. Prefrontal cortex broken.Don’t try to findor fix her. Squeezes citric acidsucrose fructose glucose sweetest of sweet.Splashes lipschinneckbreastswhose cup’s overflowing?Compulsion blooms wetactivation countdown initiatesin the amygdalaas heContinue reading “Juice”
The Answer Is Always Man
Down, down, downlay me down in the garden of evilbeneath waning moonlet night chill our fleshsilence the days complaintwith songs of wildlife consorts.We become realwhenthe artificial worldnumber sequence falls awayto stretching of bonesin dancing skin suits claw, fur, fang exposed.I morph into golden eyed sphinxmy false knight wields stolen spear and shield. Shall I grantContinue reading “The Answer Is Always Man”
Love Letter To My Sisters
I am malfunctioning spongesoaking up toxinsabsorbing poisonignoring vital functionswillfully neglectingconversion and conservation distributing bad medicineto my skeletonI am not circulating antibodiesto supporting structures.I am exposing my dirty hands knee jerk reactingcentering myselfin a universe of untold multitudes of sunseach emitting brightly celestial bodies throwingher own shadowson opposing planetary bodiessatellites dancingconstellation choreography it is unfair, butContinue reading “Love Letter To My Sisters”
Dear Heart
Ravenous greedy Huntercamouflage scent masking spraycrouching in a blindnot daring twitch a muscleor scratch that maddening itch ears listening for proof of lifeinsulated layers keeping out coldjust.Where’s the justice in this lust?Not hungering for meat on the hock,not requiring skin for blanketor tent.Leaving bloody goreoutlining in chalkdecadence of a kill wastedin the time of want.CarvingContinue reading “Dear Heart”
Cycles
Opening wide to receiveliving thingsbrown, green vining ivyinsect, leafchipping paint flake by flake.Controlling fire to inspireecosystem restorationsember, ashdecaying floradisease, grass prescribing burns to heal damage.Sweeping earth to undress prehistoric foundationsspiral, fossil drilling bitsoil, sludgepropagating roots in substratum.
Milky Way Gazing
Listening to post-punk dream popthinking about youthink you don’t deserve my timeand not this musicbut on the chorus I get warmthinking about youthink you’ve the sweetest smilepretty alligator crocodile thinking about you think you are a guaranteed lizarddiamond eyed reptilelistening to neo-psychedelia alt thinking about youthink you’re still on my mindand tip of tongue butContinue reading “Milky Way Gazing”
98 Or 99
Moth burned by candle flame mammoth jaw snapped tight I can’t tell friend from foeyou’ve done in my head tonight.Tongue tied with ribbonthroat choked by pink bowsI can’t tell master from slaveyou’ve done in my head ages ago.888537605 ghosts haunted dreams888537605 dreams slipped awayI can’t tell heaven from hellyou’ve done in my head today.Song birdContinue reading “98 Or 99”
Out Of Season
Spitting out your seedbinging on watermelon winedevouring this sugar baby‘cause I’m ripe, juicy, tasty.My has-been undercover lover still marking territory on exesyour wet spots soaking throughthin cotton front lines.I’ve a fat lip swellingan anaphylactic reactionto the napalm.I’ve a hot welt risingin the shape of your hateacross my backside.Why are you returning when there’s nothing leftbetweenContinue reading “Out Of Season”
Carmilla Dawn 