love

he opens his mouth
and i enter
like a butterfly into the night
my wings make love in the darkness

taking solace in the quiet
in the beautiful blackness
like the head of a pin
capping the point of sharpness

bring me inside
i murmer
in the crevice of your being
i desire to be close

my wings rub against each other
leaving trails of soft color
like a hissing fairy
whose stunning lightness
brings magic to the dull spaces she fills

touch my wings
let the irrdescent color
stain your thick fingers
then taste
and feed it back to me

with rainbow kisses
speaking in tongues
of desire
my being
my body
she pulses, my wings shine brighter

take them
i give them to you
take my flight, wrap yourself in
for it is you who makes me fly
and spill out color
that no other palette can
compare

Grime

You pretend to know, and I pretend to share,

 So ready to leave, not ready to give up,

You want to follow, disassociated tendencies,

Friendless faces, don’t even wave hello,

 Please take me away, from within my pit,

Dug alone, buried and stoned,

No one will even give it away- courtesy

 I soak up in the heat- in my last moments of quiet,

So loud with cicadas and blossoming flowers,

Front-page news is now wiping the vinegar off dirt married windows,

Through which I can see clearly, I swim to you in infested waters

My own germs, my own mouth spreading lies,

Creating chaos, stench rises,

 Adds to the tapestry of majesticism in the clouds,

That like eager soldiers, we fight to reach

Picking Flowers

There I crumble, red in the crevice

Knees weak, the floor cool to the touch of

My now heated flesh

Tomorrow’s sickness is my immediate

Desire, inside of me, crawling

Marking its territory, like a dog

Pissing on the car tires of its

Owner, the keys in hand

Wilted poppies, melting in the hot

Sun, of my brain, my still underdeveloped

Mind, growing in chains, that I

Kiss, tongue tainted with poison

Clandestine hours, awake by empty silverware

Let me be alone in your body

Cries the blossom, emptying any other contents

Into the porcelain vase, they are red, like wine

I flush them away, we are alone

And no one has to know

Except for the other flower pickers who smile

At me, with their crimson eyes

And kiss me with their deteriorating lips

September 9, 2008

Relationship in the gutter

The crows greet me as I leave my apartment

They’re eating the death from inside the dumpsters

Picking at the rotting flesh for nourishment

We’re crying our last goodbyes, as I suck

On a peppermint

My throat closes as I watch him crumble,

“You should go”

the words are bitter, but the sugar dissolves

in my mouth, as do

the feelings I am trying so hard to convey

the smell of garbage seeps into my pierced

nose, the worms eating away

at my skin

the discolored liquid spills onto the

already stained cement

and the crows screech in

the languid summer sun

fall is tiptoeing in, menacingly whispering

winter

a new cycle, death and hibernation

evenings alone and cold

images floating in my glass

faces atop liquor coated cubes

getting smaller as  I take sip,

sip after deadly sip

craving warmth

comfort

oblivion

I cradle my drink, like an ex

Lover, or the thought thereof

Even the crows are in pairs

Disease ridden and hedonistic

But circling in twos nonetheless

I’d Rather Be

I look at you and think of

Nothing but your body

Naked and pure

            Hiding only what is

Inside

Your heated flesh calls to

Me

Hold my cold body

            Awake my wantonness

Fill me, I am but an empty

Vile

Pour your poison

            Into me and watch me

Moan

I dream of your original

Body

Innocent with bliss

            And naked, you’re

Always naked