Gold and Blue

1. You'd be surprised
2. the guided precision in the print of my body so blue.
3. Such surety on my low shoulder
4. hanging and I shake
5. the fruition I thought
6. at last a seed I've grown to satisfy all the blue
7. between my gold cartesian I can lose you in

1. These pillars may produce the wildest fruit
2. despite such similar skins.
3. I invite you to a feast
4. where no grain was needed
5. only muscles eyes and mind
6. you've tasted this before
7. I understand
8. one does well to be sure this was unlike anything else
9. we've burned through before

1. My love
2. could never shade
3. but if it did
4. consult our temple above
5. for what better ear than this coolness
6. could bring you to tomorrow
7. handing all our seeds
8. to my sister in the wind
9. seal our stars
10. come back
11. then reel again
12. so get lonely
13. possibility is lonely too

I Haven't Been To Tokyo

I haven't been to Tokyo
I haven't felt the sun
I haven't released nostalgia
I have reasons not to run
but I learned to hold my shirt
I still watch you shiver
all the while
to ready the losing

I can fathom all the distance
I fathom all the time
I haven't been more selective
I haven't devotion so sure
They will come here
Or they will go long
but my eyes are
an azimuth
I could only called clear

Diphyodontics: Methods in Springtime

This is a place I have been before. This is scenery I have known. I grew up with the smell of the smell of what has yet to reach full germination. I was birthed into a cyclone, you see. Not the ordinary fox to slip between the sheets in springtime of another ordinary year. The year to follow the ice like ice we've never seen.

A new animal conceived, they with formative teeth waiting.

The flushing of a heart is the hardest thing to swallow.

finally understand for a woman it ain't easy to try to raise a man

Seller's

Today I was offered a cigarette.
The same brand my estranged father smoked.
He doesn’t accept or speak to me,
but I did.

I said I will let you keep running,
let you burn through until
I say I’ve had enough
is to say at last
to unhinging doors on a shrine,
setting the trophy to weather
it’s way through futures.

Until then, I replace you
with a silhouette of history
to rust as the ironmark reminder
in turnstyles, taking root.

You are the parable,
the cross or the hill,
yesterdays mild improvement
today; groomed, admired and lost,
a sentence I no longer expect to punish into ending
as what I want
has yet to sell.

Standing the Mast, Rocking the Boat, Being Hormonal

I reorganized my desk today. A few things have changed. Due to their lack of use, lube and condoms are now located in a filing cabinet behind the taxes, adjacent to old bills, police reports and anything else that I have no connection with. Should I seek their wonders through the clouds of dust from both, I’ll be pleasantly surprised by neither. Filing away my sexuality for the sake of success. Ah, look at me go. I set aside any photo reminding me of what I need to be reminded of. What might leave me soon, what just arrived, that has yet to arrive. I’ve disposed of the broken phones, whatever it was that propelling behind their various stages of demise and my desire to hang onto their keys. (whatcouldevercompelme. to go there) My clock is off my desk and at my bedside so that I merely have to split my sockets to continue the countdown.

I gave up my seat on the bus today. It wasn’t for you. But it could have been. Particularly if you were wearing heels. Irreverent , I stood, like a fish clocking 80 wetland bound. I will stare you into the distance of the bass-ridden goodbye as you should have put it together by now. Braeek.