your fingers cured as leather
surprise my cheek and bottom lip
by instinct i recoil
i know you felt it
i smile face looking down
you look at the alley
changing the subject
to how fast flowers die
after being picked without chemical support
by instinct i recoil
paranoid that you might be talking about me
later on in the cobalt night
sitting on my kitchen counter
hoping that maybe those lived in fingers
might think of caressing me again
Loneliness
tired like Kaufman
the sun is out she wears orange
freckles are her spots that cause chaos
upon the lines in the sand yesterday
the avocado trees gave without regret green
they were now the willows hang there
i just another organism single celled alone
yes the grass blades dewey with blood
from shedding flower cannibals deep among clouds
then the bus explodes its breaks the chosen
ones get off weighed down by sad
moons broken heart he a stoic far
beyond the grasp of the Neptune comic
spread the WLS
loneliness
looking up i see
nothing but bricks and metal
angels tip toe here
clouds in my eyes poof
under the hardened street light
hungover kisser
spread the WLS
wet dream
sheets wrap what is left of me
apple wood scent fills the air California burns again and again
all organs supple still throbbing where they need to
thrilling fancies pool around my head eyes closed your face i read in the darkness of it all
lips brush tenderly drinking of my well from dark to light no one dispels the rumours that encircle you
in your hands i am burning like Califa queen arms let go no pressure felt safety net falls into hell
the grail lays on it’s broken side empty in your hands it once stood brimming with love scent intoxication down the surface of my legs
in your hands my history of civilization lips give way to carnal cries teeth gnash eyes shut tight
the comet passes through my skin truth lies in secret screams revealed
to me you’re just a dream
spread the WLS
death according to bird
i alone live with this reflection
the nature in the God and i a mere feather
look around nowhere to bury my exhaustion
i see beyond the bones of time
a hall of mirrors is the water
my wings held hostage by its weight
i carry souls both day and night
whose reflection no longer stares in awe
of the terror underneath our feet
spread the WLS
Magdalen
spread the WLS
testing the waters
if i could rest like lady lights prints atop the final resting bed i would be happy
my steps heavy like clouds and my dreams would not perturb me
my heart would sparkle like a star upon your God blue colored eyes
and my final kiss would caress your lips
my fingertips testing the waters
spread the WLS
apostate’s haiku
not all spirits were meant to be part of an entourage my hand says
spread the WLS
post med
there are days not my legs are weak i walk i walk around the city there’s Christmas in my head and the juvenile prophets have an extraordinary urge to tag just any old word on the city walls there are days but i just walk for the sake of walking i have a difficult time noticing the birds because of the writing on the walls and the writing on their face tells the story of how we got to be in this place there are no cherry blossoms no peach trees no lemonade stands this is reality or a reality
spread the WLS
hemorrhaging thought
this thing inside the mind has lost the path of where its from chromosomes in a situation room in outer space the Earth has crowded me
shit really he says the days of roses haunts me the road to stray is right outside are you sure about that picking sage and ask permission BB King i heard you holler Lucille my love
strings flap churning trains of thought wishes prayers gone amok by the howling wolf in a poet’s dream the sting of death follows me pluck one then two then three the boy won’t ever find me until he looks inside of him there i will beat pulsing with the flow of light
